Pet peeve: when a child of mine tells me or anyone else, "Then I don't like you anymore!"
Ignoring this phrase to make it go away has not been working, so on Monday I washed Anne's mouth with soap. She packed some supplies and moved out. I took some pictures when she wasn't looking. Here she is digging a hole for her tent pole.
Here's her Teddy bear, either tied to a tree for security purposes or being hanged.
Here's the tent, completed with a sheet and Damon's help.
It was a hot and humid day. After a few minutes Anne got "tired and bored" and moved back in. I haven't heard "Then I don't like you anymore" since.
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