My thirteen year old daughter decided to get even with me yesterday for reprimanding her for lying. She was caught and once she realized that it didn’t take long for the confession. In the past it has taken days or hours to get confessions, so I’m very happy we’ve crossed that hurdle. I reminded her for the hundredth time that lying causes me to not trust her; therefore she won’t be allowed to go places unless I’m able to accompany her.

Apparently she was getting even with me for not letting her go to AWANA after she had lied to me on Monday. I reminded her that the leader policy requires all leaders to be of good character and chronic lying didn’t fit into that category.

I really should have been suspicious when she asked if she could go groom the horses two days in a row and she was down at the barn for about three hours each time. But I wasn’t. Probably because I have an awful lot going on this week with the new grandbaby and doing respite care for two extra children. The horses don’t get as much attention during the winter so they really needed grooming. The farrier was coming to trim their hooves therefore I was thrilled that they would look well groomed and have clean hooves. Well both the farrier and I were in for a real surprise.


My co-blogger Julie has talked before about her daughter, LuLu, giving haircuts to her dolls. My own daughter once cut off her eyelashes and blamed one of her friends for months before I found out the truth. So I really shouldn’t have been shocked, but all three of the horses had received her special hair cuts aka chop jobs.

The farrier made several comments like; what happened here? Someone’s been busy? Lyn stood there the whole time he was trimming the horses blaming the toddlers, as if they were tall enough or could even cut in straight lines. He kept peeking at her, from around the horses, as if she were some kind of psycho.

Well I thought long and hard about the proper discipline for this stunt, especially since it has been snowing this spring here in Michigan and the horses are now missing part of their coats.

In the past I’ve tried: chewing her out and explaining why her behavior was bad, eliminating bedtime treat for a week, extra cleaning chores which are some of my personal favorites, not being allowed in the same room as me for a few days, and even a good old-fashioned spanking. I really took my time deciding and actually I was sitting here at my computer, working on a blog, when it came to me; an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Yes, my friends, I cut her hair. But I didn’t waste it; I braided it sent it off to “Locks of Love.” It actually looks very nice too.
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