Since her double-yellow days last week, Sam's had nothing but green days.
She had quite an incentive to get them, too: Daddy said no TV until she had five green days in a row.
I'll admit, I thought five days was too many, especially since it wasn't as though we had been dealing with her having a behavior issue for months. Plus, that meant we had to go all of this past weekend with Sam not getting any TV time
(*note: I will not be blogging about those 48 hours. I share many things on here, but I'm afraid to share the fact of how many times I almost caved in and flicked on an episode of SpongeBob for 22 solid minutes of peace.)
Anyway, we were congratulating Sam on hitting the five-day mark at dinner the other night, and she said this:
"Yeah! And you know what? At recess, we were yelling at the boys and trying to chase them away" (apparently this is a game all the girls play together) "and when I was in the tunnel with Quincy, he hit me."
"And what did you do?" Daddy asked her.
"I walked away, cuz I wanted my TV back," Sam said proudly.
"Great job!" we told her.
Would I rather have heard her say, "I walked away because it's not nice to hit people"? Yeah, of course.
At this moment in her short life, do I care WHY she didn't hit this kid back? Nope.
As long as she keeps getting green days, I'm good.
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