During a rare moment a couple weeks ago, the kids were outside together. They were playing near each other in the pebbles under the swing set. They weren't interacting - this can be good sometimes. Nonetheless, they were next to each other playing. About the time I called them in for lunch, it started to thunder. Chloe kept playing in the rocks despite my telling her to come in for lunch. As the thunder continued, Quinn got more and more agitated by the fact that Chloe wouldn't come in. He pleaded with her, "Coco, there might be lightening coming soon." ; "Come inside now - it is thundering!" ; "Chloe, if you don't come inside you could get hurt in the storm." I wanted to see how long this would go on (does he actually care if she gets hurt?).
After a couple minutes I heard Chloe crying hysterically and saw her running to the house. Quinn came into the kitchen just before Chloe and said, "Mom, if you really want Chloe to come, you have to take her dog (a stuffed animal she was in love with for a brief period) and she will follow you. It worked.
We sat down to lunch and Quinn announced (with Chloe right across from him) - "Mommy, used to I didn't like Chloe too much but now I am getting used to her."
That's progress, right?
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