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Boo (Hoo)

Saoirse stuck her tongue out at David last night. She’d been arguing about taking a shower–first with me (“But I took a bath last night. I took a bath LAST NIGHT!”), then when I didn’t give her the answer she wanted, down to David–and when HE told her to get upstairs, she stuck her tongue out as soon as his back was turned (rookie move, Dave: don’t you know? NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON THE ENEMY).  Then she lied and told me that she wasn’t sticking out her tongue, or didn’t mean to, or it accidentally fell out of her mouth while she was trying to proclaim her endless devotion to and respect for us–something like that. Either way, it sucked, and she was disciplined: I told her she couldn’t go to her school’s Hallweeen party today, but then a] I realized it was a school thing, and she sort of had to go to school, and b] Dave was all quietly saying, “Really, THAT? You had to go with that?!”, so now she gets to…

The Nutshell

Would you like to hear a three-year-old explain the entire philosophy behind discipline? Because a couple of weeks ago, Saoirse was misbehaving so badly she was told she wouldn’t be able to attend the beloved gymnastics class she and her sister have every week. As Quinn I shuttled out the door that night, I could hear Saoirse wailing from her bedroom–I mean, she was bellowing horrendous cries of despair, of betrayal, heart-wrenching sobs that bounced along the walls of our small house and did a splendid job of making me feel like the crappiest mother ever. I was second-guessing the decision all the way to the car. Once on the way, Quinn asked me if Saoirse was going to gymnastics. She answered herself before I could. “No, she’s not going to gymnastics, because she’s misbehaving.” I murmured my agreement, though my heart still hurt, because this forty-five minute class is the highlight of SK’s week (which also goes to show how rough the day had been if I’d gone to that as my last resort, but you knew that already). Quinn…