Louisa was good-and-mad at me (and probably at herself, too). So, I did the unnatural thing: I assigned dishwashing duty to her. At first the pots and pans were being banged around and she was sulky, upset, and sure she was mistreated. Surprisingly, 10 minutes later she was humming happily.
“Pick up your shoes”
“Don’t slam the door”
“Why are you late?”
“Didn’t you remember to _______?”
You’re BUSTED!
Wow, there is a lot of sagebrush in the southwestern United States! I am in the back seat of a minivan with a computer on my lap as my 16-year-old drives. It’s pretty bouncy and weavy! He is trying to get his driving hours completed so he can get his driver’s license, and what better […]
