UV Po'ed

Recently, I came home and Rachel headed for the bathroom. For some reason, my suspicions were aroused, even moreso when she seemed to remain in there for an inoordinate amount of time.

"Are you okay?" I called through the door.

"Yeah, I'm just going to the bathroom!" came the reply.

Still, when she opened the door, there was a certain smell not normally associated with the bathroom. Something akin to cocoa butter.

"Rachel, have you been putting on sunscreen?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it's sunny outside," she said. "I don't want to get sunburned."

"Rachel, the sun is outside!"

"I know, but I don't want to get sunburned!"

"I understand that, but if you're inside and the sun is outside, that's a waste of sunscreen! I don't want you using sunscreen inside!" I complained.

"Then you should put it on a higher shelf!" she said.

That did it. Into the corner she went. She is spending more time there these days. Sometimes it even does some good.

One day she started kicking at the wall, saying she was angry. She was told we were angry too and that's why she was in the corner. By the time the five minutes were up, she was crying and wailing, "I'm a bad guy. I'm a bad guyyyyyyy!"

We assured her she's a good girl who made some bad choices.

The teenaged years are going to be a blast, aren't they?