I know the anxiety they experienced and the amount of adrenaline that must have flowed through their veins as they both tried to pedal those bicycles fast enough to turn the clock backwards on their way home. I’ve been in similar circumstances – anxious to get home as quickly as possible so as to make things better, but afraid of what would be happening to me and my precious little bottom once I did get home. Two girls came in through the back door and up into the kitchen – one already bawling and the other on the verge of tears. In short order both were loudly bawling as Mom read them the riot act. They were now over an hour late, and aside from being late they were found were they didn’t have permission to be in the first place. Oh, yeah…that’s another important rule around my house – be where you are supposed to be.
Disciplined on Carnival Day7
