Sunday, October 14, 2007


"Jackson and Lilly, I reminded you right before you walked out the door that if you went down to someone's house, you need to call me. You didn't. I had no idea where you were. You have lost your privilege to play with friends tomorrow."

Jackson breaks down in sobs. "We're sorry!"

"You know what this means, Jackson," says Lilly, very matter-of-factly, "We're grounded."

"No, Lilly, you are just suffering a consequence. No friends tomorrow."

"Sounds like we're grounded to me."

Is That a Threat?

"Mommy, if you don't stop typing by the time I count to 3, I won't be your best girl anymore."