Micki called the other day, so I sat down on the couch to talk to her for a few minutes. Now, as any SAHM can tell you, there's not a lot of couch sitting that happens when you have three little ones, so anytime my butt does land there, Suzi jumps at the chance to curl up beside me, which she did. But she had leftover Reese's pieces from the kid's free summer movies (that cost me $20 in popcorn and Reese's pieces) on one hand and soap from the bathroom dispenser all over the other one.
Without missing a beat, I take her by the arm and immediately place her back on the ground. She glares at me. She says, "NO!" Then her arm slices through the air with that finger pointed straight at my face and she demands, "Bad girl! Go your room!"
This cracks me up, always does (and I wonder why I'm raising a little delinquent), and I say back to her, "No!" She points at me again and repeats, "BAD GIRL! GO YOUR ROOM!"
"NO!," I tell her, much to the delight of my sister who's still listening on the phone, and who probably lost a little respect for me after hearing me lose an argument with a two year old.
Suzi draws her eyebrows down even more threateningly over her glaring eyes and forcefully, but quietly, says, "NOW."
I'm cracking up at this point, but I tell her no again. She grabs my leg and pushes it towards my room and repeats herself, "Now!" Then she grabs my arm and pulls then reaches for my hand and tugs me towards my room.
At this point, I just have to see where this is all going, so I get up and head to my room. She leads me part way down the hall, then she points and says, "Go your room!"
I go to my room. As I stretch out on my bed in the blessed quiet of my serene bedroom, I tell my sister on the phone, "You know, that's the first time one of my kid's have ever sent me to my room, and I LIKE IT!!"