After school Bennett and Chloe decided to play football together. I guess he was desperate. I heard lots of laughs and fun screams coming from the front yard, so I just assumed it was all working out. But as they were coming in for dinner I heard Bennett dispense some useful advice to his sister, "Chlo, you might want to think about being a good sport when you play." There you have it. Drop the bomb and walk away. Leave her sitting there contemplating her actions that she see's absolutely nothing wrong with. She yelled after him with, "I am too a good sport Bennett!"
When I asked him about their conversation later he said, "Oh that. I just wanted to tell Chloe that she would have more fun if she had a good attitude when she played. She normally gets all mad when things don't go her way." Good luck - I'm still working on trying to explain that one to her.
I thanked him for his patience and encouragement of her. He seems to understand she's just 7 and not quite as mature as him yet. Maybe she will listen to him when she doesn't listen to us.
But as I type, the teacher has yet again invited the pupil outside for a second chance at redeeming herself. Maybe there is hope.
