Singing.

So last night Jercie got sent to her room for getting behind the stand between the couches, after I had told her not to. She kept asking if she could come out. I was really annoyed because my day started out with Blaze tearing the blinds off the wall. Then in the afternoon the kids were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I was cranky to say the least. I finally said to myself, " Self, get over it, laugh." I told Jercie she could come out of her room only if she sang everything she said for the rest of the night. I proceded to sing everything I said to her. She was NOT going to sing. She cried and screamed and yelled, while I sang my little heart out. I laughed until I cried, and sang until my voice hurt. Finally, after about a half hour of my singing and Jercie's screaming, I could hear a small, faint, singing coming from Jercie's room. She was singing a primary song. I let her out. She didn't have to sing everything she said, but Mike and I did all through dinner. She finally laughed, but begrudgingly. I don't know how that child is going to survive this family if she can't take a good teasing. :)