Taddle Telling

Anna Grace has been quite the little taddle teller lately. So this morning after she said (in that exagerated whinny voice that all taddle telling is spoke in), "Mama, Dean messed up my bow," I began to consider why taddle tell, what is worthy of taddle telling, and the likes.

If adults where taddle tellers...specifically if I were a taddle teller it would sound like this (in that same voice Anna Grace uses)

Any listening ear, Neal forgot to put his socks in the laundry basket last night.
And Caleb woke up early from his nap.
Those of you still listening, Anna Grace is bossing her brother around this morning.
And finally, Dean didn't eat all of his cereal this morning.

So really what did I accomplish? Not sure but for a brief moment I did feel better. However I think it was not because I was able to taddle on others and point out their faults (the whole point of taddle telling) but instead because of the trivial things that came to mind to "taddle" about and because the whole idea of an adult taddle telling seems so silly.

Before I go one last thought (a taddle on myself actually)...

While I was typing this post, I let the chicken boil over on the stove. When I ran to turn it down, Anna Grace came in the kitchen all concerned and asked, "Mama, do we need to call the fireman?"