Punishment

I've been getting into a lot of trouble lately.

For some reason, everything I do is wrong in Noah's eyes. Today, he asked for milk and I was washing up some pots and pans in the kitchen, so I told him just a minute. He asked two more times before I was finished, and each time I told him to "please be patient, I'm almost finished". When I finally came into the great room with his milk, he told me that I was in big trouble because I wasn't "wistening". And even more importantly, I was going to receive a punishment. A punishment!!!

I was almost giddy with anticipation. I had high hopes of being sent to my room for the rest of the day! "Bring it on!", I thought. I planned how I would lay in bed and read for an hour or two...napping on and off. HEAVEN!!

But alas, no. Turns out that Noah's idea of a punishment is for me to make him a snack and clean up his dishes afterward...and then he gave me a hug and told me he knew I could do better next time. Hmmmmmm....

I'm either doing something very right, or something very wrong.