~ Some crazy teenager was driving too fast.
~ I explained that the round pellet I made her drop was not, in fact, goat food.
~ This was the last time she was allowed on Skype.
~ I caught her sniffing the cart wipes.
~ I refused to put her in the pool to pet the penguins.
Don’t worry, she got to hug this statue.
~ I took too long making her lunch.
~ After five minutes of her whining, I let her eat butter on its own. She wasn’t mad until AFTER tasting it.
~ I let the dog help her find her ball.
~ I took her cart away after she rammed it into my heel three times.
~ I wasn’t pushing “Baby Paul” high enough (he’s in the swing on the left).
~ She wanted to be the pig.
~ The fireman refused to turn on the firetruck.
I wouldn’t let her climb this
playground Ultimate Ninja Warrior training apparatus on her own.
~ I told her that this didn’t “count” as going pee on the potty.
~ I told her the cat was done playing.
~ I called her boat a “toy.” It is NOT a toy.
~ She realized the nail polish bottle was empty. But not until she’d done all ten toes.
~ I told her she wouldn’t fit in this box. She proved me wrong.
Same with this one.
~ I didn’t stop her from eating the paint.
Or from putting yogurt up her nose.
Or from painting her face with spaghetti.
~ I found her top-secret hiding place.
This one too.
And this one.
~ I stopped her from riding the cat.
~ The cat didn’t get a timeout for biting Samantha, but Samantha did for biting me. Don’t worry, I made it right.
~ I wouldn’t let her go to the store wearing only her Dad’s shoes.
~ I told her she had to share her cake.
~ I pointed out that her glasses were on upside down.
~ Made her do her own dishes.
~ I explained that not everyone is a Jayhawk fan. She told me she was too young for such devastating news.
~ She had to take turns driving the car.
~ I wouldn’t let her hug the other end of the goat. She tried, twice.