Dizzle has gotten in trouble for some random things in her short life. Once, in preschool, she was sent home with a note because she ate too many cheese sticks at snack time. Because of this, it has become customary that when I pick her up from school, the first things I say to her are:
Did you have a good day?
Did you get in trouble?
Most days, really almost all days, she tells me that she wasn't even bad one bit. But, yesterday, I got a different response.
Me: Did you get in trouble today?
Dizzle (looking away): I promise to be super good from now on.
Me: So, you got in trouble? What did you do?
Dizzle: I don't remember.
Me: Really? You have a really good memory. Do I need to call your teacher to find out?
Dizzle(with the fear of God in her voice): No. Don't call her! I remember.
Me: Well, what was it then?
Dizzle (mumbling): I got in trouble because I tried to kiss two boys.
Me (trying my best not to laugh): What? What were you thinking?
Dizzle: That I could.
Me: Well, guess what? You can't. Dizz, we don't kiss anyone who's not in our family EVER. Have fun telling your dad that one.
Dizzle (crying): No. I don't want to tell him.
Me (still not trying to laugh): That's a shame. Because telling Daddy what you did is your punishment. Maybe you'll think before you try that one again.
And with that, Dizzle cried for a half hour straight.
Can I just say that it's really hard to discipline your child when you think the situation is hilarious?