soooo daddy bought a hockey mask a la Jason and was just chasing the kids around the house. my head and eardrums are completely traumatized by the shrieking.
9yo was running away, but 6yo is standing there shrieking without moving.
daddy: she would be the one in that commercial about the bad decisions who would run and hide behind the chainsaws…..
me: [dying laughing]
8yo directed us to index cards on her bedroom door, then headed to the other side of the house with a backpack. when we looked, there were cards saying that she had relocated to another room for several days, and that it was OK for us to cry. she signed it love, your beloved daughter. she also had a sign that her room is now “bell beach.”
apparently she is now residing in our closet.
told 7yo we weren’t going to DQ to “celebrate” the festival where she just got a ton of candy. tantrum and yelling at mama ensued, leading to timeout. she just informed 4yo she is never coming out and left me a note saying any more time outs and she is moving. *sigh*