The littlest one was not allowed to go to the pool. Aside from the whole yelling and general rudeness of demeanor, the pinching of mommy and yelling that it's all her fault that he pinched her because she made him wear the Winnie the Pooh swimsuit made it clear that he didn't belong out in public. With me, at least.
So he had to stay home. And he ended up falling asleep, looking like a sweet angel, still sniffling in his sleep because he'd been crying so hard. But that's not the story here.
Sarge took the older two children to the pool. Apparently, on their way there, they discussed why the whole family didn't go. And Daddy told them that we'd been fairly lenient lately, and that we were pretty tired of the bad attitudes and the talking back, and that we really weren't going to put up with it anymore.
And the oldest one told him, "Yeah, sometimes you and Mom don't really follow through on your threats."
Um. Oh. You noticed. Shoot.
But, now that it's been brought to my attention, there will be consequenses, buddy. Oh, yeah. Just let me think of one that I actually feel like carrying out. 'Cause it's summer for me, too.