OMG - I do not know what kind of children I am raising. The following event is taking place in my home, right now ... with my sweet, darling daughters. You know, the 4 year old and 2 year old.
I think this is called LIVE BLOGGING. But, I'm not that cool or hip ... so I'm not totally for sure.
Molly was rolling around on the ottoman. Emily wanted her to stop. Molly didn't stop. Emily pushed Molly off the ottoman.
I saw the whole thing.
Me: Emily. You come with me RIGHT NOW. You are sitting in time out for pushing your sister. We DO NOT PUSH. Is that clear?
Emily: Yes Mamn.
Molly: Good job, Mom. Give me a high five.
Emily (from time out): That is WRONG. You should not high five because I'm in time out.
Silence ... because we don't talk to the one in time out, while they are in time out.
Emily singing to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star: Like a diamond in the sky. I wish my sister would just die.
Me ... about falling out of my chair: EMILY. We DO NOT talk like that.
Emily: I'm not talking . I'm singing. And, how long am I going to be in time out anyway?
Silence ... because we don't talk to the one in time out, while they are in time out.
Molly (standing in front of Emily with her hands on her hips): 3 HOURS!
Emily (bawls). You know that bawl with the mouth WIDE OPEN.
Molly (walking away with hands on her hips): Or 20 HOURS!
Emily (bawls louder).
Me: Could you all slow down? I am trying to blog this and can't type that fast.
