Last night Younger Boy knew where his baseball stuff was. This morning...no. Older Boy's game was EARLY. Younger Boy couldn't find his stuff. When you can't find something chances are you will NOT find it while sitting on the couch screaming about not being able to find it. Objects don't just jump up and bring themselves to you.

Younger Boy went into the laundry room and was screaming about how he hates me and how he is not going to have any consequences and he doesn't have to listen to me.

In this house you can't go to another room and complain about someone. You have to talk to the person you are mad at.

We talked about how if you are making someone else late the consequence is that you have to wait that many minutes to start something you really want to do. That's fair.

Praises we got to baseball...without consequences...and on time.