Little K was dragging her feet yesterday about brushing her teeth. It was one of those days when she just didn't want to do anything that we asked her to do. In complete aggravation, Trent finally barked back at her: "Go brush your teeth or.... or we're going to do something really mean."
I looked at him and just cracked up.
"I couldn't think of anything to say," Trent told me. He just shook his head.