Yesterday I took the kids to the doctor (I have a sinus infection, and Claire has a minor skin infection where some godforsaken thing from Florida bit her). The kids were TERRIBLE. Seriously awful. I was really embarrassed.
On the way out I was scolding them, and telling them that they couldn't watch TV when we got home as a consequence. Mary Grace was sobbing and saying something unintelligible about "sell me."
It took a while, but I finally got the whole story out of her. It turns out that they'd been discussing the Bible story about Joseph at school - you know, the one where his brothers sell him into slavery? Yeah. I guess she got the idea that if she wasn't good, we were going to sell her.
I resisted the urge to say, "YOU BET WE WILL!" and instead reassured her that we would not be selling her any time in the near future. I might have told her that the Bible is full of made up stories, anyway, and something else that will surely secure my ticket into Hell.
When BJ got home I was telling him the story, and MG got all upset again and started going on and on and on about how Joseph's brothers sold him and we're going to sell her and I may have gotten a little exasperated and said something along the lines of, "Oh, would you can it already, you don't even HAVE any brothers!"
You can withdraw my name from the list of Parent of the Year candidates. I'll wait.
Anyway, just in case you're already working on your holiday shopping, this probably isn't the best year to get Mary Grace a technicolor dreamcoat...