Aidan and Asher are, what's the word... brats. Yes, that's it!
Some days they really aren't fit for the world at large. If you need any confirmation of this fact, then please do look here. And here. Go ahead, I'll wait.
We on the same page now? Good.
We don't pay them for doing chores so in their warped eyes we're basically human traffickers.
And I care not. Here's why.
-They half-ass the few measly chores they actually manage to perform.
-They demand to know when they are being picked up from the after school club. Or the pool. Or Nana's. Or whatever other inhumane, <sarcasm font> torture filled hostel <sarcasm font> they've been banished to.
-They want an in detail accounting of our reasoning for any answer they do not like, especially no.
-They mouth off (or sass mouth as Little Sister says).
-They do whatever the hell they want to, with an astonishing sense of impunity.
Who told these kids they have rights?!?! said The Brute, one particularly difficult evening in his early child rearing days.
And I'm like, "well, hell, I guess I did."
But we keep them around because they say shit like "Can we go to Quaker Steak and Loo"? They love "hoy cookies" and "stilled water". Sometimes they clean the house and give Brody a bath while we are at the store without being asked to. And also because they're cute AF, y'all. I'm pretty sure that's how the majority of kids survive to adulthood. Just a theory of mine.