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Either Of Our Girls. Ever.
Bedtime squabbles are my favorite part of the day. Last
night the 9 year old came storming into the family room, complaining that the 6 year old (instead of trying to go to sleep) was using a Nerf ball gun to fire
Easter eggs filled with jewelry, at her big sister as she was dozing off.
That would be a
rude awakening. I’m not a big fan of the alarm clock, but it’s better than an
Easter egg being fired at my head.
“You have to put it in toy jail,” the 9 year old fumed,
before stomping off to her room.
At our house toy jail means business. Toy jail started when
the girls were young. It’s located on a counter just off the kitchen, and it is
where the toys of misbehaving girls are imprisoned, usually for a 24 hour
period. Wow is it ever effective. The Nerf gun is now in toy jail. The 6 year old
saw it this morning and walked past with a mournful look on her face.
“When is it getting out?” she asked sadly.
It’s not like the counter is high. The Dynamic Duo can both
reach the item to get it out of jail. But they don’t. Because the concept of
toy jail is powerful. (Editor's Note: Dad, you probably shouldn't read the rest of this post.)
Try it at your house. I bet it would even work on
husbands and boyfriends. Hopefully they’re not abusing their Nerf ball guns --
if they are, that’s above guru girl’s pay grade -- but if your fella is always
leaving his shoes out, put ‘em in toy jail. 24 hours later you can dress up in
a sexy jailer outfit for the parole. Talk about turning lemons into lemonade.
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