Just before lunch this afternoon, Eliott was sent to her room for her attitude. As this truly hasn’t happened in a while, I thought I’d do the right thing in parenting and actually go upstairs for the “What-did-you-learn-and-I-still-love-you” discussion. I left Carter downstairs in her high chair with some apples.
When I returned, here’s what I found:
My discussion with Eliott could not have lasted more than 7 minutes. It is now 3:30. Three bites of apple and a precious 7 minute power-nap was apparently all Carter needed to keep her up for the rest of the day.
(How much am I loving the fact that she didn’t even swallow that last sip of milk?)