T.N.
tehehe, S., you'll love this:
We had just gotten home from a friends bday party. My boys, then 6 and 4, were given one blow up baseball, like a beachball, ONE between the two of them, sigh. A nice Dad offered to blow it up for them at the party (grrr), so you can imagine THAT ride home was just SO much fun.
Then, while I was rushing to get dinner ready, the oldest was trying the keep away game with the middle who was in turn being mean to the THIRD who was only 18 months.
I was only 15 feet from them all and could hear them, but could not see them. Sooo, after putting down what I was doing THREE TIMES to go in to correct the behavior....
I heard the oldest say...FINE you HAVE it then. I then heard the ball hit a child's head hard, and heard the 2nd child's head hit the THIRD child's head, and the 3rd head hit the floor, THUNK!
At which time I stopped cutting sandwiches, went in the living room to find the lot of them in a stunned heap on the hardwood floor...
I yelled something like THAT. IS. IT! And shuffled over and POPPED the damn beach ball with the knife I still held in my hand.
After a brief moment of silence, all three of them burst into tears and scrambled upstairs. I heard doors close, one, two, three, even the little one.
(So how's THAT for a warm fuzzy childhood memory; Crazy Wildeyed Mom, face twisted with Rage, standing over the wounded pile of little ones with a butter knife in her raised fist?! Perhaps I should cut and paste this in Cheryl's 'Proud Mommy Moments' post! BAHAWAHA!)
I vaguely remember the constant that's mine type of squabbling subsiding somewhat after that.
I should mention, when my oldest son left for college, his brother was like a lost toddler in a shopping mall. They had gotten very close. Now, the middle is looking at schools near his brother so they can be close (plus they only have one car between the two of them, tehehe).
So don't try this at home folks. I think what you're doing is just fine. They'll get it.
:)