Weight of Words

Tonight, my dear friend was here at our place, spoon feeding her 9 month old from a jar. Abby got upset when I offered her some of OUR yogurt to feed her son. I told her "Abby, we share our food, just like Krista would share her food if you were at her house!" Abby replied: I don't WANT Krista's food. It's 'chee-chee!' (Hindi for dirty.) I promptly confronted her rudeness and told her to apologize to Krista for calling her food dirty. Abby refused. I had to give her a spanking (which I rarely have to do) and she still didn't say she was sorry, so she had to sit in time out. Krista had to get going, and eventually Abby relented and apologized over the phone. Later on I had a chat with Abby before bedtime:

Me: Abby, I want you to know that I am really happy you apologized to Krista and said sorry. God is happy too.
Abby: Okay momma.
Me: Abby, can I ask you why you said her food was chee chee?
Abby: I don't know.
Me: Our words are really important and they can hurt people.
You know how you always like to look at your 1st birthday party pictures?
Abby: yeah
Me: You know that big elmo cake in the pictures?
Abby: yes momma
Me: Do you know who MADE that cool cake?
Abby: you mamma?
Me: Noo
Abby: Auntie Krista?
Me: YES!
Abby: She made me that chee chee cake?
Me: ABBY! That cake was NOT chee chee!
Abby: Yes momma, Abby's face was all messy-up from the chee chee cake!
Like baby Andrew's face from auntie Krista's chee chee food!

Poor Abby. We had a little chat then about how the FOOD isn't chee chee, its the way babies EAT the food that makes it chee chee. So glad that this all came out now, after I drove her to hysterics, and spanked her bare buttocks. I guess we are both learning the weight of our words (and actions.)