Santa's Watching!

Shae is three.  This means, every request is made a minimum of three times... and usually five, at which point I sound like that mom that everyone loves to hate, snapping at her kid in the line up at Walmart... you know the sound...

SHAE!  LIN!  What did I JUST say?  TWELVE TIMES?  You MUST listen!

Its annoying... we both find communication a wee bit of a strain on our relationship...

So.

I pulled out, "Shaelin.  Santa is WATCHING you."

And presto!  Volume comes down, we spend a great deal less time negotiating.  Magic.  Bliss.  Heavenly.

Today, I'm trying to get her into the car to take Cod to the vet for shots and Shae is dragging her feet like she's the one getting a poke... so, after the 2339058945 request, I pull out the big guns.

Exasperated, I snip (this part is SO mature.  I warn you.) - "I'm telling SANTA!!!  Santa is ALWAYS watching you, Shaelin."

And she looks at me, gives me this flip glance and says, "Santa is watching YOU too."

I guess she's been reporting all my snippyness!