Life is Funny - The guilt starts here

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My adorable little girl got into trouble this week. I know, shocker, right? For those of you who don't know, I'm a Girl Scout leader for my daughter's Brownie troop. We had our first meeting on Wednesday at the other leader's home. As soon as we walked in the door, my daughter was asking if she could go upstairs and play in the playroom. Both the other leader and I told her no.

End of story? Not so much.

Once the meeting was over and all the girls were supposed to be cleaning up, my daughter disappeared. Hmmm... Where could my little angel be? She was nowhere to be found downstairs... I called to her and who do you think should appear at the top of the staircase just outside the playroom door? Yes, my precious little tyke. After shooting laser beams out of my eyes at her, we left the meeting. Words were spoken on the drive home. More words were spoken once we were at home. Of course I asked the question that all parents ask: Why did you do that? Her first answer was the standard 'I don't know' followed by 'I didn't remember.' This child forgets nothing and I told her that I didn't believe her when she said she didn't remember being told not to go upstairs to the playroom. So it was off to her room for some quiet contemplation. Later that evening, I received the following card to commemorate the occasion of the talking to:

In case you are having trouble translating, I would be the larger figure saying, "Oh, I don't believe you." The smaller figure is my daughter saying, "ok." Isn't it amazing how early they start trying to dish out the guilt? Yup, I'm the mean mommy who wouldn't believe her saintly daughter.

But wait, there's more.

She spent some of the following day in her room, too. It was on this day that the following note was thrown over the upstairs railing to the floor below for me to see:

Translation: Dear Mommy, I am sorry I did not listen to you. Please can you let me out of my bedroom?

Yes, the poor dear was locked high in the tower by her evil mommy. (Insert diabolical theme music here.) Little does she know that I keep a can of Guilt-Off and a blog handy for all such occasions, because yeah, my life is funny.