"Owen, Owen Dunne! Do no run down that slide." I yelled from a bench next to the playground.
"His name isn't Owen Owen," Josie yelled back. "Just Owen."
"Just Owen," her brother repeated as he ran down the slide.
Needless to say, a few seconds later the three of use were walking inside for a dual time out.
I am pretty confident I deal with things on a regular basis that most parents never experience. I am sure this is in part my own doing.
My mom always told me there would be repercussions to raising children with too much freedom. I like to let their imaginations run and see where their own ideas take them. "One day, its not going to be cute any more," I heard mom's voice saying to me as I dragged the two of them into the house.
My mom was right. And today was the day.
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