| | She didn't really mean to spit in my face. She was upset, and she pursed her lips and blew some air through them, and some spit and food went flying, and some of it happened to land on my face. Even so, I got pissed. I got so pissed, I got creative.
First I put her in time out. For a while. Then, when she came out, I told her that spitting is naughty. And if she ever spits at me again, she can go live with Swiper the Fox in the forest.
This upset her deeply. "No, I don't want to! He's... he's an animal!"
Me: "Well, if you spit at people, then you're an animal, too."
"No! I'm not an animal! I'm a gorl!" That's how she says "girl."
And she cried. She cried so hard, I started to feel guilty. But then, later the same night, she did it again.
So I opened the door to the backyard. It was dark by then. "Go," I said. "Go live with Swiper the Fox and be an animal. Swiper will be your new daddy."
"Nooo!" She clung to my leg and cried. Okay, it was cruel and unusual. I feel bad now, thinking about it, but she's been such a nightmare and I've been sick and okay, that's no excuse.
Anyway, she hasn't spit again at anybody since.
On the bright side, maybe we'll never have to watch Dora the Explorer again.
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