At the dinner table last night, Emma had a meltdown because I told her she couldn’t go to Club Penguin after she finished eating. She knows our rule is no computer and/or video games on school nights, but she has been pushing the issue daily since school started last Thursday. Withdrawal symptoms being a bitch and all.
When she had worked herself up into a real tizzy, and the other five of us were starting to feel sharp pain shooting from our eardrums, Rob took the liberty of swatting her on the leg under the table — something he rarely does — which had the effect of making her cry louder. Because OUCH. Plus, she still really wanted to play on the computer.
At this point, Katelynn, whose dinner attire consisted of exactly one pair of Dora panties, one pair of pink cowboy boots, and a red cowboy hat, stood up from the table.
Left hand on left hip, she pointed at Rob and shouted, “Don’t you EVUH! EVUH! spank my sister Emma. EVVVVV-UUUUUHHHH!” punctuating her “evuh’s” with jabs of her pointing index finger.
Upon hearing this, Emma abruptly stopped crying and raised her head from where it had been buried in her hands. She turned to Rob and flatly said
“She has a point.”
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That is hilarious. I am sure that Dad was ashamed of himself after a scolding like that. lol
Too funny! My kids stand up for each other also. I hate when they tell on each other, expect me to discipline the guilty party and then take their side AGAINST me.
I’m about ready to shove Club Penguin up someone’s ass!
LOLOL!! When my daughter, Cleopatra-Queen-Of-The-Nile, was no more than three (but always much more articulate than her age) she put me in timeout for yelling at her older brother, Robespierre. She pointed her finger at me and scolded: “Mommy! You need to go to your room.” And I thought: “Yeehah! I get to stay in my room, alone, for forty-mumble-mumble minutes!” No such luck, however. About two minutes later she was back in my room, shooing her brother away because she needed to talk to me in private; I got a very serious lecture about not yelling loudly enough to scare them and make them cry.
Good thing I’ve never set the example of spanking them!
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