Please Forgive ME!

So...when I woke up this morning I remembered this rather entertaining conversation Sophia and I had last night on her way to bed. I laugh about it now, but at the time it wasn't so funny.

So...as a treat sometimes I let her stay up past her bedtime to watch a cartoon on Nick Jr. Last night Sophia was OFF THE HOOK. She had extra energy still to burn off at 8 p.m. She hit me in the arm hard enough to leave a red mark on my arm. I told her very explicitly, "If you hit again you WILL go to bed." Five minutes past, 10 minutes, 15 minutes....45 minutes went by, and then the rubberband got wound up again. Sophia was rolling around on my bed and then jumped into my face screaming some crazy kid thing like, "You're a HOT DOG!", and then wailed off and smacked me in the chest. At that instant I kept my word and very calmly said, "Out! In your bed now. There are consequences to hitting and now it is time to go to bed."

Of course that was followed with, "NO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE MOMMY, I'M SORRY!" Still screaming and crying, we walked to her room and she climbed into bed. Then the tears started to really fall, "PLEASE MOMMY! I'm sorry! PPPLEEEAAASEEEE FORGIVE ME! PLEASE FORGIVE ME, MOMMY!" How did she know that!? My little girl isn't old enough to know to ask for that. I then said, "You are forgiven." She still continued to cry, but at lease it went from being banchee screaming to low mummbling crying.

This morning I told Warren all about the forgive me statement and all he could do was laugh. Yeah...it was kinda funny, but I'm so glad that she knows at such an early age that there is something such as forgiveness and to ask for it.