I have been helped, aided, supported and ministered to by watching Christine's Therapeutic Parenting videos (http://www.welcometomybrain.net/ ). I feel refreshed and energized in this mission. If you haven't watched them yet skip over there, get yourself something to sip and take a look at some encouraging wisdom.
Here's what happened... Bright-Eyes was helping me in the kitchen, per my request, and Middle was mad because kitchen is his zone this week but his brother was helping me for the moment. So he verbally attacked Bright-Eyes. Bright did not handle it well and threw some words back and suddenly Middle was the victim of a mean and heartless brother (all together now..... Awwwwwwwwww).
"see how he treats me... I didn't do a thing and he is yelling at me"
"What?!?, that wasn't YOU who spoke harshly, to Bright-Eyes?"
"No! I didn't say a word!"
"Wow!!... it sounded just like you!... are you sure you didn't speak?"
"Yes, he just started yelling at me for no reason!"
"Oh MY!!!... someone, who sounds just like you spoke to your brother... do you know what this means?"
... Middle begins looking at me with that "She's grown a third eye" look...
I dropped what I was doing and placed my arms around Middle's shoulders...
"Someone, who sounds just like you, is in our house... we need to find them!!"
I led him to the dining room where Ebear was sitting waiting for breakfast...
"E, did you see someone in here who has your brothers voice?"
Looking a little confused, but playing along anyway...
"um, ... no ma'am"
Leading Middle to the Living room I asked Mr. T the same thing...
"No, no one in here"
We searched the house all the while I continued in a most exaggerated way, to convey my desire to keep him safe and protect him from the impostor even though I made him go into the rooms to look because that was the "gentleman like" thing to do ;o)
By the time we had finished Middle was giggling. I asked him what he thought might have happened.
"I don't know, I guess it was my evil twin"
"Well, I don't think you have a twin, so what do you really think might have happened?"
"I yelled at my brother"
"Hmmmm... I guess that would explain why he was yelling back at you"
... and we sat down and had breakfast (after he apologized to Bright)................... *look of amazement*
This morning when Middle-One began his controlling game playing, I was ready. I did NOT give him the fight he was seeking. We all ended up laughing at the crazy ridiculousness of his argument. Thanks Christine!