Jane just grabbed a fork from the dinner table and started aggressively scraping it against a wall. I told her to stop and she looked right at me and then did it again. I used an Angry Voice and said "Jane! Give me that!" and she scraped the wall again. So I got up to take it from her, and the moment I stood from my chair she TORE down the hall, frantically tossing the fork behind her as she ran for the nursery cackling. And it was all I could do not to burst out laughing and ruin the facade of a disciplinarian. (I managed to keep it together but it was close.)
Meanwhile Clara got hold of the oven timer, set it up in the bathroom, turning it to maximum time, and announced "Mom! One HUNDWED minutes to play in the sink!"
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