Tears...

The other day I was busy in the kitchen when Daniel said some unkind things. I called him in to talk about it and with tears running down my face and dripping off my chin, told him how hurtful his words were. He looked at my face, got really quiet, said he was sorry and went to time out. (I think he was scared straight.) Then I went back to chopping my onions.
Some people call it manipulation, I call it brilliant parenting. ;)