Daddy Is Grounded

So, last week, Shaling was grounded one evening. She had been especially defiant at breakfast that morning, refusing to eat her cereal. In fact, she refused long enough that she missed the bus. We have a rule in our house that if you miss the bus and you miss it due to your own action (or inaction), you are grounded that evening.

No television.

No video games.

No friends.

No bicycle.

She did not particularly care for that evening, especially when her brother got to play with his DSI and she did not get to play with hers. In fact, though that evening was 8 days ago (last Tuesday), apparently it made a lasting impression on her.

Tonight, we ate soup & bbq at Rochester United Methodist Church. Brock offered to get Shaling a second bowl of soup and she said yes, but pinched her fingers together and said "little". He came back with a full bowl and she glared at him and huffed to show her disgust. He said he'd help her eat it. So, she took a little (very little), mostly picking out the biggest chunks of beef she could find. Brock ate some of it too, but not all of it. Therefore, about half a bowl of soup was still sitting there.

She indicated that Brock should eat it and he told her no. (In his defense, he's playing basketball tonight, so he didn't want to overeat)

She again indicated he should eat it and he again said no.

So she told him,

"Dad,"

"No TV"

"No DSI"

"No bicycle"

"No driver" (her way of saying he wasn't allowed to drive the car)

He asked her if he could play basketball and she told him no. He pouted and said, "please?"

She said,

"No."

"Shaling - please?" (and imitated herself pouting & pleading with him last Tuesday)

"Dad - No!"

"So, Shaling - No!"

I guess that's her way of saying what goes around comes around.