At least she’s responsible
So, I hear a commotion upstairs, as I’m downstairs helping Jake with schoolwork. It takes me all of about 45 seconds to run up the stairs, find Sam crying (after Grace hit him several times and ran off with the toy she stole from him) and go in search of the little felon. Where do I find her? She had plopped herself into her time out chair in our bedroom, buckled herself in, and is grinning at me with an evil grin that says, “Don’t even *try* to punish me!”
–Alicia
