Cute story, well, sort of....
The other day we were in the car coming back from the movies. The devil monsters (i.e. my two children) are in their seats. The girl is reading something, a book or magazine, i don't know. All of a sudden i see, out of the corner of my eye, something black flying in the car and she screams OW!!!! The boy, for absolutely no reason, has thrown his sunglasses and hit her in the eye.
I was so effing mad that i almost smashed the breaks and caused a pile up on the road. She's crying, he's bumbling between saying sorry and explaining why he did it and i just tell him "Don't say a word!"
We get home and i tell him that he is to stay in his room until i am calm enough to talk to him and let him explain why he threw something at his sister. "Do not come out of your room for anything, except going to the bathroom, and then it's back to your room. No talking, No crying, and absolutely no having fun. You are grounded!"
A few day's later their in the car with their dad doing the 3 L's (as he calls them) Library, Lunch and Lowes, the boy says "cause when i was groundation i couldn't watch t.v."
HUH????
