I knew this day would come. Eventually. But, argh, anyway.
Me: Do you want to clean up the toys or do you want a time out? It's your choice.
E: Um. I think I want a time out. Is that okay?
Sigh.
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I always get trapped with I gave her the option and she picked the one I didn't want. So I had to work out, clean up or you will be on time out and THEN you will clean up.
Posted by: Stacy | May 21, 2007 at 11:18 AM
Ah. This is smart!!! Got it: Do you want to clean up or do you want a time out and THEN to clean up! Light-bulb moment over here.
Posted by: Tenille | May 21, 2007 at 11:31 AM
Don't feel bad, it took dh pointing out to me before I saw what I was doing.
Posted by: Stacy | May 21, 2007 at 05:43 PM