At the beginning of December, Katie told everyone at church that I cut her hair.
It's true. She got a hair cut.
By her own hands.
No, sweetie. You own up to what you did and don't blame your momma.
Lucky for Katie, her BFF nursery leader, Joslyn, owns a spa in town, and pulled a favor with her hair stylist, and Katie got to "Joslyn's beauty shop!!" Elicia did a great job fixing Katie's hair.
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Last week Katie told Linda that Tom, Katie and Thora came from heaven, but Sundance did not.
Today, I heard from two people, Cathie and a visiting grandpa (who all of my kids have mistaken as their Bumpa), that Katie said I took away all of her toys.
Truth.
But what she forgot to tell you is that it was a consequence for her actions. Let me back track and tell the whole story. Shad and I came home from a date Friday night (worked at the theater, saw Unbroken, not my cup of tea) to find all the kids still awake. On the couch in the living room. At 10:30. The babysitter said that she had put them to bed, but then they were crying and she didn't know what to do, so she let them come back down. I don't blame her so much as I blame my kids, who know better. Tom and Katie explained that Tom had broken Katie's glowstick Wolverine claws, and Katie had done something in retaliation, etc, etc. Shad and I told the kids to go upstairs for bed, and Katie had a complete meltdown and refused to move. I left to take the babysitter home, and came home to find Shad throwing all the toys out into the hall. He explained that he had asked Katie to get in bed 3 times, then told her to get in bed or he'd take away all their toys, which were the cause of the problem to begin with. Sweet! I've only been wanting to do this for about a year. I gladly helped.
At this point, we don't know what we'll do with the toys...get rid of them, purge half of them, or just hold them hostage for a while.
