This morning, I had already asked Staley to come to the table for breakfast several times. When I walked out of the kitchen with the last of the breakfast food, she was still not at the table.
Me: "STALEY JEANNE!! Come to the table right now!!!"
Staley: (from the playroom) "Coming, Mama!" (as she happily ran into the dining room)
Me: "I do not appreciate having to tell you something lots of times. If you don't listen when I tell you something, you will lose a privilege."
Staley: "I was listening."
Me: "Well, then you weren't obeying."
Staley: "No. But I was listening."
I may have to be clearer about my expectations. I guess reminding Staley to be a good listener isn't going to cut it anymore.
