I have been blogging about #3 as of late. He seems to be the most demanding at this point and quite often, the most hilarious.
Nathan is sent to his room for time-out for any number of offenses. The last couple of times he has taken every book off his bookshelf and every toy out of his toybox. Complete disarray. He has to stay in his room until it is picked up. I have told him to please not trash his room again. The last time he was sent to his room, I heard him kicking the door, the wall and yelling at the top of his lungs. I assumed it would be another mess to clean up. I was pleased as punch when I came in and he said, "I didn't twash my room, Momma. Didn't twash it. See?"
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One time my sister threw a tantrum of some sort and got sent to our room. She was very quiet, so Mom and Dad assumed she was alseep. She DID go to sleep, but not until she dumped out every drawer, pulled the curtains down, stripped the beds, took off all her clothes and went to sleep in the middle of the mess, completely naked. She was somewhere between 3 and 4.
Now I am truly thankful. Thank you Erin!
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