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August 17, 2007
For which I had no words
Jamie has been sent to her room about 87 billion times today. Ok, I might be overstating a little. Maybe just 86 billion times.
She has cried for silly reasons, displayed attitude a 14 year old would be proud of, told me to go cook dinner and leave me alone, and talked with her mouth full.
The talking with your mouth full thing might seem a little harsh, but we've been working on that, and on eating over your plate, for so long that her little sister does it flawlessly. Hell, Katie has even made up a little song. "If you're happy and you know it, don't talk with your mouth full!"
Anyway, this is not the first time Jamie and I have had it out over talking with her mouth full of food. It was, however, the first time I've had to tell her not to talk with her mouth full... of WATER.
Posted by me at August 17, 2007 9:34 PM