Back Story: Over a year ago Archer fell down and banged his head on something, splitting it open and bleeding everywhere. I wasn't home for this little treat, David took Arch to the emergency room and he had a few staples put into his head to hold things shut. Maybe four or five staples. When I got home I was surprised to see just how much blood had been involved. But the kid was fine, the staples were removed a few days later and now its just a story in Archer's past. And Shelly's past, too, apparently.
When great minds have differing opinions, a fantastic debate surely must follow...
Shelly: Mom, you know I had staples in my head.
Me: No you didn't.
S: Yes, I did, Mom. You remember that I did.
M: No you didn't. I remember that you DIDN'T ever have staples.
S: Yes, I really did, Mom. And I puked. When they took the staples out.
M: (Trying not to laugh because she's being really serious.) No you didn't have staples. Archer did, but you didn't.
S: YES Mom! You remember that I DID have staples and I puked when they took them out!
Take above conversation and repeat it about five times and that's how the debate went until she left the room in disgust. Of course I just don't know ANYTHING and Shelly's right. I kind of wanted to call up the doctor's office to get her medical records to prove my point. But she can't read. So all we have to go on are our different memories. Which means I loose. I'm getting used to loosing, its hard to win with them, but I love it all anyway. :-)
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