Seven is notoriously distracted. By everything. To the point that it makes certain people wonder whether or not she should be checked out. When I give her instructions, I usually ask if she heard me. She always says, "yes," and then I ask her what I had said, and she replies, "I don't know." If THAT's not the most frustrating thing in the world...
It was a lovely day today, and I had some of the windows open. We live on the second floor of a condo building, so it's an ULTIMATE NO-NO to touch the blinds. That way she stays away from the windows. I caught her messing with the blinds, so I yelled at her, "SEVEN! DO NOT TOUCH THE BLINDS. DO NOT GO NEAR THAT WINDOW OR YOU WILL GET A TIME-OUT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" She said yes, so I asked her to repeat it back to me. I got the usual "I don't know."
UGH.
Once again, I repeated myself: "DO NOT TOUCH THE BLINDS AGAIN BECAUSE THE WINDOWS ARE DANGEROUS. IF YOU TOUCH THE BLINDS AGAIN, YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY GO INTO A TIME-OUT." Keep in mind, I was literally saying this loudly, eye-level with her, within arm's reach, making eye contact. I asked her to repeat what I had just said.
Her response? "You're going to toss me out the window and then put me in time-out."
Son of a....!
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