being the enforcer. I hate when a kid does something wrong and I'm the one to dash their hopes of the fun they were going to have tonight. I was looking forward to him/her really enjoying him/herself at the event, and getting to hear all about it. Sadly, a bad decision about how to treat his/her sibling meant that one of them had to stay home while the other got to go. And I was the one to break this news, and enforce it, and listen to the tears. I sort of wanted to cry too, because I knew of the fun they'd be missing. Sigh. Hopefully the lesson will be learned.
Crazy Hair Night at church = Archer with a red mohawk and Shelly with red loops
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