The Disciplinarian

This weekend, Lauren fought her naps something fierce. After moving her from the bed to the crib and then moving the crib to then moving the crib away from the wall to avoid any home improvements, she still would not go to sleep. Hearing the obvious sounds of my precious little one doing jumping jacks on the mattress, I knew I had to nip this in the bud. I made my way to just outside her door and waited to hear the jumping jacks renew. She complied and I burst in to let her know my displeasure. I had to be the disciplinarian here and I was ready to fulfill that task. I was going to be stern and mean, no cracking smiles, no light hearted humor to get her to smile. She was in trouble and I was going to let her know it. Things were going well right up until she made this face: Head down, eyes looking at me, with a little pout showing. Every woman out there will probably recognize this as the Daddy kiss-of-death look. In the middle of a chastisement, I felt the smile coming. It could not be stopped. The only thing to do was the following:

I'm so mad right now I can't even look at you!
<slowly turn around, commence quiet laughing, wait for humor to subside and look back>
Do you understand what you did is wrong?

Parenting ... it's okay to find things your children do funny, just don't let them see that.