I was upset with Chloe’s behaviour the other night.

She decided to kick, pull my ear, scratch and scream because she wanted to watch two more hours of her sister’s swimming lessons (who wouldn’t?) rather than have a delicious dinner and sudsy warm bath at home (bleh).

I made the right decision in carrying her out of the building but was fought the entire way.

When we got into the van, I explained that I was upset at the way she had behaved and if it happened again, she would lose her favourite thing, her treasured blanket, “pink fuzzy.”

Chloe: Well, I have lots of things I like. I would still have “dot robe” (pink, polka dotted robe), froggy blanket, my books, you know I love to read my books, Mom. I like trees, air, grass, orange juice with no water. So there’s lots of things I like. I like “Good Luck Charlie” and summer sausage and riding my bike but I don’t like underwear. What were we talking about?