the not-so-pretty side

this takes place leaving some friends house late last night.

jessa: "can i have my bracelets!" (this is about the fifth time she's asked...i didn't need to bore you with the first four times)

mommy: "i put them in my purse, you can have them when we get home."

jessa: "i want my bracelets, please!"

mommy: "what did i say?"

then, getting in the car, under her breath...

jessa: "i want...i want...umm...my bracelets."

mommy reacts in swift discipline and responds: "i told you already and now you won't get them until tomorrow."

the shril sounds of crying begins...

jessa: "i waaaant my braaacelets!"

this attitude continued until we got home and appropriate discipline took place when we arrived. after things were calmed down, daddy did the usual bedtime routine.

daddy: "do you have any questions about anything, jessa?"

jessa: "yeah..."

daddy: "what is it?"

jessa: "can i have my bracelets, please?"

that was a totally loaded question...daddy leaving the room shaking his head...

daddy: "in the morning."