Monday, December 3, 2012

The Hand That Rocks The Cradle

C: I WANT TO PLAY ON YOUR IPOD!!
Me: Go to your bed. I don't want you to have a fit.
C: I WANT to have my fit. I will go to my bed!! (Turns and walks up the stairs) But I don't want to go to my bed!
Me: But I don't want to see your fit.
C: How many times do I have to tell you? Seven times I've told you. I don't want to sit on my bed! (Repeat another few times). Or I will flip out!!
Me: Oh! Well, then get on your bed. It's a nice, comfortable place to flip out.

Some days, even the despotic dictator can't win.

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