BOOOORING!

The girls are in deep doodoo. Yesterday between stealing cookies and vandalizing the dog's dinner (again), they managed to fight constantly and paint the bathroom (and Genevieve's face) with mascara. (This is but a partial list of crimes.)

So, they're in trouble today. Besides being grounded from sweets and movies and... something else, I forget... they have to sit in their little blue chairs all afternoon. We got home around 12:30 and will not leave here untill around 5. That's four and a half hours. A long time to sit and do nothing, even for an adult. For two squirmy kids, this is torment.

I like it. It's long and painful, but not physically. It's slow and monotinous, it just drags on and on. They aren't allowed to stand up. They cheat and move the chairs around a bit but they know better than the leave my presence. They aren't allowed toys so they have the most inane conversations, like listing all the places they want to sleep some day. "I want to sleep in a tent some day. I want to sleep in a water bottle some day." They play stupid games like blowing in each other's faces, and stomping on each other's feet. They ask constantly what time it is. Genevieve gets excited every time the second hand gets to the five, but Imogen reitterates that that doesn't mean it's 5:00.

Imogen was upset on the way home when she was told how she would spend her afternoon. I reminded her of all the things she was grounded from.

Crying, she said "Just because we're grounded doesn't mean you have to NOT let us!"

I said "Actually, that's exactly what it means."

Still crying, she said "I need lots of hugs."

Watching her, Genevieve tried to muster up some tears.