My daughter walked in, crying uncontrollably. Her face was red, tears were running down her face as she said, "Mommy, Cris hurt me here." She was grabbing her neck and chest. Well, knowing that my son loves to watch wrestling, I made an assumption. I asked for my daughter to tell her big brother to come downstairs so that I could hear his side of the story.
Once he arrived, he calmly sat on the bad. I asked if he hit his sister in the chest. He answered, "No." I then went on to ask if he choked her or grabbed the front of her shirt in such a way that could have hurt her. He innocently said, "I did not touch her; I have no idea what she is talking about."
At this point,I was very confused as I looked at my daughter and asked her what happened since she was grabbing her neck and chest, stating that her brother hurt her there. She said, "Well he did. I was walking with my birthday balloon and he kept hitting it over and over again and would not stop. I kept telling him to stop and he wouldn't. Mommy, IT REALLY HURT MY HEART."
I hugged her as I laughed hysterically. I looked at both of them and said, "Bonnie and Clyde, get out of my room." Cam immediately stop crying and said excitedly, "I'm Bonnie" and Cris, nonchalantly shrugged his shoulder and said, "I guess I'm Clyde" and walked out.
