It's very hard to not laugh when punishing a 3 year old and the conversation goes something like this:
Me: Seamus, you were not a good boy at your brothers' baseball clinic tonight.
Seamus: Why, Lady?
Me: (Suppressing a giggle) Well, you ran around, climbed the fences, refused to sit still, hit some lady with a baseball...shall I go on?
Seamus: Oh, sorry Lady. I be better next time.
Note: he is still going to bed without dessert. (Cupcakes.)
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