This continues for a minute or so. Then, suddently, she very purposefully stomps out of the living room, arms crossed in front of her. Over she stomps and WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.
She spanked me.
She steps back, looks me in the face with a severe frown, shakes her little finger and says, in a low ominous voice, " I told you. Quiet."
|Always a lady, she exhibits quiet and demure behavior at all times.|
Without looking up, Sawyer responds.... "And I want you to get out of my room."
I was already moving into the room, getting ready to sit on the floor behind her. It stopped me in my tracks, because I really wasn't sure that I had heard what I thought I heard. So, I ask her.
"Sawyer, what did you just say?"
Now, she looks up. "I. Said. OUT!"
The last word is shouted. I literally have no words. My mouth might be hanging open at this point. I ask her again. One last time. In the future, I am hoping that she will learn that this is the point to shut up, say she's sorry and take her lumps. But for now, she's 2. She doesn't know any better.
"What did you say, Sawyer?"
"Out. Out of my room."
Geoff is in my bedroom, getting ready. What he hears at this point is:
"SIT THE $%&* DOWN! TODAY IS NOT THE DAY!"
Sawyer looks at me, eyes wide. That teetering point, between shock and crying and anger and yelling. She picked option 3.
"Ok Mommy." And plunked her butt down.
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