Tattling has entered my life. Crap.
I spent two years as a fifth grade teacher dealing with the plight of the tattlers. With 30 plus students, someone was offended and done wrong at all times. It was exhausting. And I thought it was over once I took on full-time mommying.
Shows what I know.
The toddlers, (one is mine, one I have kept part-time since she was 2 months old), have taken to informing me of all things offensive:
"He bumped my head."
"She took my guitar!"
"He's looking at me poop!"
"She ate my macaroni!"
Obviously, I take physical and verbal harm seriously and those are swiftly disciplined. But, for the ridiculous tattles; I've tried reasoning, sassing and ignoring. I recently mooched this idea from a parenting magazine, and it has worked wonders and changed my life:
Simply say, "thank you for letting me know."
They feel heard, I don't have to play judge and jury, and they can go about their business with a short rebound time.
Until someone invades their private pooping time...and it starts all over again.