Apparently, the following exchange took place at school yesterday:
Teacher: Children, you need to be quiet.
Princess: No, YOU need to be quiet!
Princess met me at school with her head hung down in shame. She wouldn't meet my eyes. When we got to the car and I managed to get her chin up, the corners of her mouth were turned down so low I thought they would meet underneath.
"It was an accident!" she wailed. "I didn't mean to be bad!"
"I'm not happy," I answered, Stern Mommy face in place. I knew I had to play the big card. "Wait until I tell Daddy about this."
"Aaaahhh," Princess wailed from the carseat. "I didn't mean to be bad! It was an accident!"
When we got home, Princess was sent to her room while Sven and I deliberated. We decided on the following punishment:
1. No cupcake. (My cousins sent me home with cupcakes last weekend, it's not like we constantly have cupcakes in the house to withdraw from the children for misbehavior.)
2. Removal of the DVD player from her room for the night. (Yes, she has a portable DVD player that she keeps in her room. I hear you, Mom.)
News of this punishment was greeted with the same level of distress that I imagine would result from a group of Lord of the Rings fans being told that Peter Jackson won't be directing the film version of "The Hobbit." Teeth were gnashed. Hair was pulled. Clothing was rent. She didn't have access to ashes or sackcloth, but you get the idea.
"Thank goodness we had the foresight to shower our children with a ridiculous amount of material objects, so we now have things to take away!" I said to Sven.
"I agree," he said.
Today, she was wonderful. A peach. She apologized to the teacher and played nicely all day. All is well.
Here's the problem:
Removing the DVD player caused her to sleep. Most of the night. She never does that. Now, I don't want to give the DVD player back.
I'll think of something...