I was emailing Charlie a story from last night. Laci was driving me nuts because she was walking around eating a banana naked (I don't know why) and then Calvin dumped an entire box of crackers on the floor. As I went "AHHH", Laci got dressed and turned to me and said, "Mom, I'm sorry I frustrated you but are you done being frustrated with me and are you more frustrated with Calvin now?" I'm glad she wanted to get that straight.
Charlie's response: That’s kind of what I go for too. Make sure you are more frustrated with one of the kids rather than me. J
I guess we all have to have our little goals.