I took the girls to the movies yesterday afternoon; Mary and her next door neighbor friends, while I slipped over the get a massage. I knew they would be done before me so I put a 20 under my phone, and when they came by I told Mary to grab it and go shopping at Claire's for 30 minutes. When I finished, they weren’t back yet, so I went to Claire's... they were nowhere to be found.
I noticed I had missed 4 calls from my next door neighbor and he was just calling me again to find out when we would be back. He was pressed for time because his daughter had a soccer game at 6. Anyway, after a couple of frantic minutes passed, I saw the girls come out of the shop next to Claire's and called out for Mary. As they walked towards me, she could see I was pretty mad. I told her she was in big trouble, and just left it at that.
When we got back, Mary stayed at the next door neighbor's house for a few hours before coming home. She was all freaked out about what kind of trouble she was in for... she was actually volunteering punishment; "Mommy, I can just return these things to the store as punishment... what are you going to do to me anyway?!" I said, "That's it... for you to torture yourself for the past two hours, about what your punishment would be... that is your punishment!"
