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Misbehavin

I think the funniest stories of your childhoods will be those stories of you all misbehaving. So let's recall a few from recent days:

Last night I put Eisley and Kaybree in the bath, set out the nearly-full shampoo and conditioner bottles (because Kaybree likes to do her own) and I sat just outside the bathroom in my bedroom to read while you girls played. I came back in about 10 minutes later to find the bath water pink and Kaybree holding a completely empty shampoo bottle. That's right, the two of you had such a grand time you emptied not just one bottle but BOTH! I tried to rinse you off and couldn't because every time I dumped water in your hair I just dumped more soap on you. I had to completely empty the tub, rinse it out, and then use fresh water from the faucet to rinse you.
I was so mad and you were both so distraught that I was so mad. Kaybree kept asking if there would be a consequence. I told her the consequence was that I was mad. You both kept saying sorry over and over. Truth was I also put you both to bed an hour early so that was a consequence... It's dark at 6 right now so I didn't tell you it was 7 instead of 8. Let's be honest, you deserved it.

Today Amy text me and said she took Eisley and Tess to a park to play. Eisley spotted a Hispanic man working on the sprinklers and decides to bust out "Despacito" loudly and repeatedly so he could hear. She said he had a good laugh about it.
Apparently "Despacito" is the only word from the song you know. Also, Tess joined in and eventually it morphed to "hot cheeto." #white girls.

J is also a trouble maker. We actually have pretty regular discussions about behavior issues at school. It's never fighting, flipping people off or swearing, you know, normal "bad" behavior. It's usually causing a scene when you come into a classroom, refusing to turn in work (or do work) and laying on desks. Stuff you might expect from a child much younger... just saying...
But the trouble with one teacher reached a boiling point last week when she asked you to put away the tablet and your response was "Calm your ta tas." For the record, that's actually something you say pretty often, to be funny. This teacher didn't find it funny. Because you've been given every other punishment the school can give out you were given out of school suspension. For telling a teacher to "calm her ta tas."  You no longer have that teacher...

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