Best Silly Kid Arguments

February 1, 2007 @ 7:16 am | Filed under: Funny

Okay, I stand really, REALLY corrected. Have you been following the comments about dryer lint? Turns out this stuff is gold! Besides clay, you can turn it into paper, firestarters, stuffing, a source of income, and even art. (I love the little lint angels.)

My poor deprived children. No wonder they had to fight over it! Ha.

I also greatly enjoyed your stories about stupid kid fights that have taken place under your roof. The brothers fighting over who got to wear the garbage can on his head is a classic!

Anyone else got a Kids Fight Over the Most Ridiculous Things story? Send ’em my way!


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  1. I enjoy your blogs greatly, but never ever comment. Today I couldn’t resist.

    When my nephew and my son were 4 and 5 years old, they fought over imaginary goggles. Really – tears, wailing and if cooler heads had not prevailed, it would have come to blows. No amount of, ‘Oh look, here is a pair of googles exactly like the other ones’ would do.

    We ended up setting the timer to take turns with the IMAGINARY GOOGLES.

  2. My kids had many fights about imaginary cookies. Over who got more cookies, who’s had more sprinkles, chips, frosting you name it. Serious rolling on the floor fights that would’ve ended in physical injury if I hadn’t stepped in. When we stopped playing that game they tryed to start a game in the van where they would “call” cars they liked and it would be theirs. Cars, motorcycles,atvs, whatever. That was short lived after I thought I was going to have to stop the car to break up a fight!

  3. Whenever a toilet paper roll runs out, there is a rush on the bathroom for who can grab the card board roll first! I’ve actually broken down once and unraveled a partial roll from the spare bathroom, just to stop the chaos!

  4. Lint, Etc.

    Lissa at The Lilting House writes about the many uses of dryer lint. This came from the fight her daughters were having over said lint. The story of her children fighting over the dryer lint and the other stories reminded

  5. Each child, sitting at the side of a square table, ensued arguing (in public) over who had the LONGER side (a *square* table)

  6. A lot of “discussion” goes on in this house. Today it was over who was the wickest-no, they did not mean “cool”- among them. Umm…kids, we are suppose to be striving for the opposite title!

  7. Older brother making a plucking motion and saying “I’ve got your eyeballs” to younger (not a toddler) brother – who wailed and wailed for him to “give them back” — and tried to take “them” back forcibly.

  8. I’ve never commented before, but I love reading your blog. I was educated at home from first grade through high school graduation, and I’m now a junior in college. When I was very young we lived in a house with a shower but no tub, so when we went on vacation in Florida and the hotel bathroom had a tub it was a huge deal – like having our own private swimming pool. This sometimes went to extremes though. We came back from swimming in the ocean, my Mom stuck her three small children in the tub for a bath, and a massive fight ensued over who got the “deep end” of the tub/imaginary pool (the end by the faucet). This continued to happen for the rest of the vacation, even with a rotation schedule. I’ve always wondered if it might have been simpler just to give three separate baths…

  9. A huge, passionate argument over which one of them owns the sky. Seriously.

  10. Once my siblings and I got in a fight about “The Little Red Hen” and whether or not she should have shared that loaf of bread with the lazy animals in the end of the story…..we were grown-ups when this fight happened.

  11. This is my first comment. I’m a long time lurker.
    My girls once got into a huge fight over whether or not their armpits were male of female. Apparently, armpits are not necessarily the same gender as bodies they are part of.
    That one was just waaay to existential for me.

  12. 7yo, screaming, one sunny afternoon, about the 4yo: “He’s in my bed!!”

    4yo, red-faced, sobbing, gasping: “I want the penny, it’s mine, mine, mine. I want the penny!!!” Is given the penny by 7yo. 4yo throws it on the floor: “I don’t want it now!!”