Saturday brought one too many whine.
One too many tears.
Way too many sour words.
So I took the toys.
All of them.
I let them keep the books.
Because I just can’t take away the books.
Stashed in the closet, they may have one back at a time.
If they can prove that they can handle one toy each, they can get another the next day.
I feel like the meanest.mom.ever.
But their behavior has been fantastic.
They spent hours playing outside yesterday.
I didn’t take those toys away.
And for their first toy to get back?
They all chose something they could share: Legos, the car track, the fairies.
And though I am still frustrated that I had to do it,
It makes my heart smile that they picked something to share.