After numerous attempts to have my daughter pick up her belongings on her bedroom floor, I gave her one last warning. "Do you really want this punishment?" I asked her. "Do you REALLY want me to collect it all and put it in "THE" basket?"
As typical as you can get, she crossed her arms and turned her head away. Up went that snotty, button nose of hers.
"Okay, have it your way!"
I began collecting her dolls, their clothing, and her books into a big heap. She just stood there with a big grin, really not caring a bit.
I refused to let her notice that this was getting under my skin. Does nothing phase my children? Grrrrrrr.
I picked up her beloved Ty Beanie Baby. It's a cream-colored Siamese Cat that she calls Kitty.
"Noooooooooo! Not Kitty!!" She pleaded.
"Too bad girlie, I warned you. "
"Oh Yea?!" She threatened back.
She stomped over to her bookcase and plucked up her toy cell phone. She then turned toward me, flipped it open, and shouted, "That's It! I am calling 911!"
"Hello? 911 lady? E-rest her!" She demanded as she pointed accusingly at me.
"That's right. E-rest M-O-M!" She spelled out, I guess, in case they needed to write it down.
She snapped the phone closed and slammed it down on her bookcase.
She glared at me while I contemplated giving her Kitty back. I mean what a performance! How could I possibly deny her the stuffed animal now that she had called the cops on me?
I picked Kitty up by the tail and walked toward R. I dangled her precious toy right above her adorable head and then turned and walked straight out of her room, making sure to shut the door tightly behind me.
Give it back? Did you REALLY think I would?! MUAHAHAHAAAAAA!