timeout

Well, Charli had her first timeout last night. I was trying to get her to not spit at dinner, and it really didn't go so well. I tried smacking her on the hand, but I didn't have the guts to do it hard enough to even surprise her. So she kept doing it, and I turned her chair to face away from us and Kim and I cleaned up the kitchen. She continued to spit for like 5 more minutes. It was unbelievable.

Today Dad sent me an article on parents who expect too much of their children, especially psychologically. I say, if she's old enough to be testing me, she's old enough to find out what happens as a result of the test!