Me: Honey, please put your shoes on.
Isabella (she’s 8, and belligerent at 7:30 am): I YAM putting them on.
Me: Sweetie, quickly. We have to go.
Iz: What do you think I am doing!
Me: Isabella, please don’t give me the attitude. Just put your shoes on.
Iz: I don’t know what “attitude” is. So, how can I give you something that I don’t know what it is?
Now, when you or I were kids, we knew what “attitude” was. Usually at the end of a belt or a ‘switch.’ Scars. To this day.
We don’t do that today…
Me: No Internet for a week!
Iz: Noooooo! Daddy I’ll do anything!!
And voila, shoes. Let’s go.