*or how peace was restored to the house by goldfish.
Em spent over an hour yesterday afternoon alternately yelling at me and crying. I must have repeated "i am not going to change my mind," at least 50 times. Finally she gave up and went away.
Dinner was a bit tense, with a few glares directed at Worst Mommy. Folks, if looks could kill......
After dinner, Em declared that she would forgive me for some goldfish crackers. (What she actually said was that she would pretend to forgive me. I can live with that.)
The Mister, who was not as tired of it all as i was, recognized a face-saving device when he saw one. So he volunteered to go off to the store and procure the desired goldfish.
A one gallon box of goldfish and all is well.
And again, i truly appreciate all the support. You guys are easy to talk to, and so smart. :)