Sophie was very angry with her Papa this evening. She was waiting at the door when I arrived home and I immediately knew something was wrong. She didn’t greet me with her usual jumping and screaming. She greeted me with a pout.
After a couple of minutes, she came to me and motioned to me to bend down so she could whisper in my ear.
“Papa took my cup that had the drink I like and he stole it and drank it, and now there’s no more left!” The drink she likes is Orangina.
“You need to get more now,” she commanded. I told her that wasn’t possible.
“Then you have to read me books every night this week.” “Why?” I asked. “Because Papa is punished. He finished my drink and now he’s not allowed to read to me for the rest of the week!”
Ouch. That was harsh. Papa is in the doghouse. I’m very glad it’s not me.