I usually try to be on top of my game around here. Sending shorter people to time outs, explaining consequences and helping them ask for forgiveness from each other. Oh, and marching them in two straight lines around the yard. It's boot camp, baby. This snippet I am about to relate left me speechless.
Nathan "Mom, Sarah licked my tongue!"
Sarah "I did not! Nathan licked mine!"
Nathan "Did not!"
Sarah "Did too!"
Mom ::crickets chirping::
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The proto-Feltons get to lie on the floor with their feet elevated as their time-out. (You know that usually means Anna...) It takes the fire right out of their insolence.
Time-out doesn't always have to mean a chair.
We have a corner. All cozylike.
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