After dinner tonight I asked my youngest to turn off the TV and go upstairs to have her shower and get her PJ's on.
She answered, 'No. I don't want to.'
'That's not nice, nor appropriate,' I said in a cautionary and tired tone.
'Too bad,' she replied.
I turned a mild Mama laser death look on her but she was busy watching the TV and didn't catch it.
My older children did however and they quickly exchanged a look and then almost ran from the room.
'Upstairs. Now.' I said to my youngest and I must admit my mother tone did take on a tiny bit of an edge.
'Make me,' she replied.
Oh baby girl, now them's fighting words.
Now, my head didn't spin around, and my eyes didn't pop out of my head, this is my third child after all and I've learned a little bit about how to handle disrespectful nine year olds. Still, I can assure you that when I turned off the TV and turned my full fury filled laser death look on my daughter she did very quickly make her way upstairs into the shower and then went directly to bed.
Disrespectful little girls in my house go to bed early.
That child obviously has no idea what she's up against when she's faced with her Mama's full fury filled laser death look.
Make me indeed.