Fearless got in trouble tonight for purposely dumping her milk on the living room floor. AS IF our carpet isn't dirty enough (and we're most likely going to get hardwood flooring soon...thanks Emmerson and Baylee), Miss Em decided to add yet another milk stain to the floor. She thinks it's a game since it comes out of certain sippy cups so quickly and easily. Time to put those away in the back of the cupboard, I guess.
She's been told numerous times that this isn't allowed and has been disciplined for it. Usually she doesn't cry.
Tonight we tried a different approach. Daddy made her sit in the chair for one minute and face THE CORNER. She hated it. And she cried her head off. Hysterically. You would've thought she'd been there forEVER.
I couldn't help it. I HAD to take a few pictures. Why? One, because I had to have proof that something actually WORKED with her.
And two, it reminded me too much of the countless times that I spent in the corner at her age...at least from what I've seen in pictures, specifically this one:
Like mother, like daughter. Notice any resemblance?