Discipline seems to be flying out the window around here. When I start doing the 1-2-3 warning count, inevitably someone will shout out "2" after I say "1". Jake brought me a picture the other day that he had ripped out of a scrapbook. He handed it to me and then before I could take a breath said, "no, no," laughed, and ran out of the room. What is a mother to do? This mother has to turn away to keep from laughing and bit her lip.
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