The Last Word

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From Wikipedia Regarding Getting the Last Word...
Getting the last word means that you win the debate. 
It also shows your moral superiority, and willingness to stand your ground. 
This should convince your opponent that you are correct,
and will certainly impress your fellow Wikipedians.

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Madison hears all the time how she looks just like me.  In fact, spending a Christmas dinner with over 70 relatives gave her plenty of time to hear all about it!  She even interrupted me one day and said, "I know, I know...I look just like you."  Not what I was going to say, but obviously still prevalent on her mind.  Well, I'm pleased to say while she might have gotten my looks, she got many of her mannerisms from her father.  One of the biggest being the need to always have the last word.

I don't remember Aaron being the type to have to get the last word.  It must have come about when we had children.  When he and Madison get into it, they will go forever, somewhat like this. 

"Madison, please do not sit on the coffee table."
"Fine, I'm getting off."
Three minutes later...."Madison, I told you to get off the table."
"Grrrr...I'm trying to move."  (really, no movement seen yet, just distracted by the television)
Five minutes later (likely during a commercial break), "Madison, get down now."
"Fine, I'm getting down, I'm getting down."  (finally off the coffee table)
Two minutes later, "I don't know why you didn't just get off the first time I told you."
"Well, I'm sorry."  (not said at all as though she is truly sorry)
Four minutes later from Madison.  "Grrr....you made me forget where I put my crayons when you were yelling at me." 
"I wasn't yelling at you."
"Yes, you were."
Two minutes later after that entire time of Madison groaning under her breath.
"Are you done yet?"
"Don't yell at me." 
Then, two more minutes later, "I didn't yell at you." 

At this point, I'm bordering on hysterical laughter and wondering why in the hell did we actually opt to buy a coffee table.  This is as good as the time I told Daddy he needed to say he was sorry and he asked me why, since he didn't start it.  Seriously?  What is it about children that changes a grown man back into a child?

So, ultimately, where does having the last word actually get us?  I'm convinced simply to a point of laughter.  The next time daddy waits 10 minutes after an argument and is still giving his best daddy is still angry glance or simply says, "Madison,"  I will laugh.  It's good to know I am not on this journey to mother of the year on my own. 

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