T is for ...

Lasa came home with her first ever note from school about behavior.  T is for Troublemaker, who has been doling out some tiresome antics at home this month, too.  T is for Time-out as well as Time for us to stop letting her milk her baby-of-the-family role in all its cuteness.  We ... must... crack ... down... on the adorable ... toddler!  T is for Toddler!

I got on to her more than a few times in the car just to make sure she knew what I was talking about and that she was remembering what went so wrong with her choices at school.  I didn't know if she was getting it ... until she giggled in the back seat and said, "I a toot!"  (T is for Toot! - something Josh calls her often when she's being a handful.) Noah, Anna, and I all worked hard to keep a straight face and reinforce the need for the opposite.  She relented after that and offered up all on her own, "I twy again."  (T is for Twy.)  To which we all cheered and agreed that she should.  Fingers crossed she falls back in line!