Forgiven

I must be made of butter. No matter what Isaac does, no matter how mad I get at him, the kid can absolutely melt me. And he knows it.

Yesterday our little hellion took a special christmas ornament off the tree, went in an off-limits drawer for a permanent marker, and did some serious damage. Zach was the one who caught him and hauled him off to time out. In his room by himself, Spike then destroyed two books--one of which was from the library--by ripping out every stinkin' page.

Needless to say, we were pissed.

He got another time out and then Mommy and Daddy joined forces to attempt to impart the seriousness of his crimes. We brought in the destroyed property and expressed in stern terms our anger at his destructive behavior. He silently listened for a few moments until turning to Zach with open arms, "Give me a hug, Daddy, and a kiss, and a big squeeze." He turned and gave me the same treatment, followed by: "Give me a high-five, guys. Give me a high-five before we go downstairs."

How am I supposed to resist that!?