Zaffron: Fine…. bossity boss.
Me: Hey Zaff. For that you get to go to your bed.
Zaffron huffs and stomps off to her bedroom. I can’t remember what it is that I asked her to do. But I do remember it being the third time I asked. She was pissing me off. (Usually, something like calling me “bossity boss” wouldn’t have been a “go to your bed” offense. It would have been a “excuse me? try again” offense.)
I waited a few minutes before going in to talk to her. She wasn’t in her bed, like I instructed. Instead, she was in her sister’s bed, fooling around under the covers.
Me: Zaffron! Where did I tell you to go?
Zaffron: My bed.
Me: Then why aren’t you in it?
Zaffron: I’m sorry, Mommy.
Me: Happy to hear it. Now get into your own bed, like I told you.
As she climbed up the ladder to her bunk bed, I heard her muttering to herself.
Zaffron: You don’t look happy to hear it.