Walloped

Every so often, just when I start to feel a tiny, wee bit smug about having such amazing kids (and maybe, even going so far as thinking that I can take a little of the credit for it!), I get walloped. Last night was one of those walloping moments.

Scene: Dinner with the girls, 5pm

Lucy (hurling a carrot to the ground)

Mom: Lucy, if you throw food again, you will have a time out.

Lucy (hurling a spoonful of peas to the ground)
Mom: Lucy, climb out of your chair and go sit on the time-out mat.

(Repeat scenario three more times with a piece of chicken, fork, and more carrots.

Mom: Lucy, you must not be very hungry. You're done with dinner.

Scene: Family room, 6pm

Lucy (kicking the dog)
Mom: Lucy, we are kind to animals. No kicking the dog.

Lucy (stepping on dog's paw)

Mom: Lucy, it's bedtime for you. You are not behaving well enough to be up.

Yes, that's right. I sent my 22-month old to bed early without dinner because she was misbehaving. Not my proudest moment.

Like I said, walloped.