Nothing like hearing your own words repeated back to you through your children.

I had just discovered that the beautiful artwork on the kitchen wall had been glued there by two little monkeys.

I was in the process of removing it in strips when Elizabeth came up to me and said, "You have to put my blanket on my bed, Mom!"

My agitated response was, "No, I don't have to do that."

What did she say to that? Did she walk away, having been properly corrected? Did she understand the place in which I was trying to put her?

Nope.

"You GET to do it, Mom!"