Addyson: "Mom, mom, mommy!"Mommy: "Yes, Addyson."
Addyson: "Mommy, Eligh and Kinsley have a really BIG mess downstairs, and they won't pick it up!! You have to go yell at them and tell them they aren't getting any lunch. Ok? Because, I picked up all of my toys, see?" (showing me her bag of "junk")Mommy: "Ok, Addyson, I'll go downstairs and handle it in a minute. Ok?"
Addyson: Points her finger at me; "You handle it. Ok?"Mommy: Chin drops to the floor.
Addyson heads downstairs and I hear the following
Addyson: "Hey, you guys?! You better clean up because mommy is going to come handle it and tell the truth."
Who needs a mother when you have this little one setting the rules?