"Abby, please come and unload the silverware tray." I called. A moment later I walked into the kitchen to find her hanging from the refrigerator door in a sing songy voice chanting, " I am being disobedient... I am being disobedient...!"
"Oh no you don't little girl!" I thought, scooping her up and putting her into the "be sweet" chair.
There she tried to kick and hit anybody within range. This was followed by ugly angry words.
Each time this happened I added time to the "be sweet" chair timer. Approximately 15 minutes later she was allowed down. She went directly to her chore singing her way through it.
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