The other day I was trying to get Paxten upstairs, and well, I just did not do a very good job at it. I was upstairs, and Lora was trying to get Paxten to go upstairs for her bath so I could bathe her, but she was playing at the bottom of the stairs, and the following conversation took place between Paxten (at the bottom of the stairs) and me (at the top of the stairs looking down at her):
Me: Paxten come up stairs.
P2: No.
Me: Paxten, get upstairs now!
P2: No.
Me: Paxten, don't tell me no.
P2: No.
Me: Paxten, come upstairs now or you're going to time out.
P2: Timeout-Timeout-Timeout!
Me: Paxten, if I have to come get you- (she interrupted me before I could tell her what was going to happen if I had to come get her.)
P2: Get you daddy, get you! Get you daddy!
I started to laugh, and I could not let her see that, so I just went back to the computer and sat down, and then she came upstairs, so I guess I have her right where I want her. Obviously I'm in control, right? She is so feisty and it cracks me up and reminds me of me, but when I was nine, not just almost two!
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