Following some defiant behaviour from Friday last week I confiscated the box of Smarties I'd given her as a treat.
Obviously her protestation was loud and indignant.
I reiterated my point, that defiance and unreasonable behaviour results in the stripping of privileges. She hit me.
I asked her not to do that, and she hit me again.
So, I took the only recourse I had available and, right in front of her, I upended the box of Smarties into my mouth and ate the lot.
I've never seen such shock register on that small face. Hot tears of disbelief literally sprung from her eyes. Even my husband looked somewhat aghast.
But with a mouthful of chocolate, and the even more delicious satisfaction of having stuck by my guns and gained the upper hand (and to be honest, a sprinkling of completely inappropriate playground Nah Na Na Na Nah), I have to confess I enjoyed every minute of it.
She's not mentioned the incident since.
Humiliation? Disbelief? Material for a therapy session at some point in the future? Time will tell ...
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