Daren was in San Antonio Thursday and Friday. This, of course, left me in charge of bedtime. Frankly, I hate bed time with the girls. It's war. By Friday night I was out of patience. The girls were performing their usual antics and I was not laughing. After putting Noelle in her own bed for the 5th time, I pulled out the ultimate punishment. No TV the next day! Gasp! The horror of it all. You would have thought I'd taken away their birthdays. The tears, oh how they flowed. It was FABULOUS! But the best part was when, between wailing and flailing, Libby's little red, tear streaked face looked up at me and said, "You are so mean Mom. I can't believe how mean you are. I think I should call the cops on you." I didn't think it was very funny at the time, but I'm laughing now.
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