I picked the kids at Shelly's house after work today and on the way home I decided that we would stop and get some food. We all decided where to go and told the kids we were going through the drive-thru because I was tired. Elora decided that she wanted to go in and started throwing a fit. As I drove by the menu board, not stoping to order, I told Elora that because of her attitude she had decided that we would just eat at home. She procided to melt down, kicking the back of Eilish's set and screaming at the top of her lungs.
I'm telling you this because this little drama was one of those times that I heard Christa whispering to me, "Ignore her," "Just go home," "She will remember this lesson next time."
We got home and I got out of the car, got Rowen out of his seat, and came inside leaving Elora in the car with two simple instuctions. She was not to leave our yard and she was not play with anyone.
Now the wierd part was that as we came in the front door, Eilish was letting my nieghbor in through the backdoor with a pot roast dinner. I had forgotten that she had come by yesterday and had said that she wanted to do that.
I went out and told Elora that someone had brought food and that if she was going to eat anything else this evening she had better come eat now and that I would not ask again. She came in and ate some. One point for me with the assist.
Listen and Good Cheers,
Marty
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