When I Am Done with My Job...

Fast approaching her bed time, at least from her perspective, Sienna spotted her new set of Clikits that Amy gave her as present. She wanted to play them. I said "no." In her usual manner, she went, "Mommy, if you don't let me play, you cannot come to my birthday party." I don't normally respond to this kind of threat. last night, I was in a playful mood, "Oh, if I don't come to your birhday, who is going to give you the presents? who is going to buy the cake? who is going to prepare the food for your guests? and who is going to put the decoration on?" Apparently, she was thinking all the way along. As soon as I finished, she went, "When you are done, you leave." I forgot all about teaching her how to be grateful or good-mannered. I was just laughing out loud.