I usually keep Daisy company as she gets ready for bed. Last Thursday I was out being Lord Secretary of The PTA, so Hank stood in for me.
That evening Daisy was taking her allergy pill while roaming around my home office and she accidentally walked into my desk, spilling the contents of the pill bottle into the dusty corners of the room. When it comes to colliding with inanimate objects, Daisy takes after her old man.
Anyway, Daisy burst into tears and had the following conversation with Hank:
Daisy: Waaaaaaaaaaah! I spilled my medicine!
Hank: It's ok.
Daisy: No! It's not!
Hank: Sure it is. We'll get more.
Daisy: But it'll cost money! And it's my waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah fault!
Hank: Well, accidents happen.
Daisy: You should waaaaaaaaaah punish me!
Hank: No, it was just an accident. You didn't do it on purpose, did you?
Daisy: No, but I should have known that Daddy's desk was there. I should KNOW how big Daddy's desk is. Pun-waaaaaaaah-ish me!
Hank: Uh.... ok. Your punishment is to measure Daddy's desk. Go get the tape measure.
Daisy: Argh! Why can't I get normal punishments like normal kids?!
So, she measured my desk, and cried all the way through. And then she cried for another 20 or 30 minutes.
I think she has some bizarre punishment fetish. I hope we're not enabling it.
Kids are weird.