The grovelling.

Elin pulled a fast one on me last Saturday afternoon.  I had been out shopping, and while I was gone, apparently she did not eat her lunch and was extremely . . . challenging.  When I got home, everyone was napping.  Eventually Elin woke up - before Nate did.  Elin asked for a snack, and not knowing her transgressions, I gave her a leftover caramel roll.

Nate came out to the kitchen.  "Elin, why are you eating a caramel roll?"

Busted.

Elin was supposed to wait until dinner for food.  No meals here, no snacks - especially exotic snacks like homemade caramel rolls.  For shame.

Elin was so ashamed of herself, we didn't even have to discipline her.  As soon as I said, "Elin, you knew you weren't supposed to have a snack and you asked me for one anyway!  Why did you disobey Daddy?",  she threw herself prostrate on the floor before Nate.  And laid there for at least five minutes.  Finally, still face down, she scootched backward into the hallway without saying a word and then ran as quickly as she could to her room and slammed the door. 

Elin, you are forgiven!