She's Real, Real Good

Yesterday was a rough one with Lil'. We went back and forth all day and by bedtime last night, I had had enough. She's really into talking sassy and back-talking me right now- these are 2 things I really can't stand. Unlucky for me, she's gotten really good at it.

After fighting her through a bath, going back and forth over tooth brushing, and dealing with a brutal hair brush session, she lost her marbles when it came to getting on her pajamas. She just didn't want to do it. She wasn't having it and she decided to let me know all about it in a shrieking voice and with a twisting neck. So. I. Popped. Her. One time. On the leg.

And.

She.

Stopped.

Immediately.

Afterwards, we made up. We hugged. I explained. She understood. We read books. We said prayers. I shut the door. After 5 minutes, I went in to put some clothes away. Here's how that went...

Me: "Lil' I'm just putting some clothes away. I'll be out in just a minute."
Lil': "Are you sho?"
Me: "Yes, I'm sure."
Lil': "Are you comin in here to say sorry to me?"
Me: " Sorry for what, Lil?"
Lil': "Fo spanking my hiney?"

She's good. She's real, real good.