The Big Guns

Sometimes, M has a mind of her own. You are surprised? No, I thought not.

Today, at Church, M - more than anything - wished to hang over the bench and bug the people behind us.

Justin tried to make her turn around.

I tried to make her turn around.

This was a tricky business since using force would only result in M's signature high-pitched scream.

Finally, I pulled out the big guns:

Or gun, as it were:

That's right.

"M, Samson wants you to turn around and sit down. If you don't I will call him and tell him you are not listening."

She obeyed immediately.

Why she is terrified of her 17 year old cousin is beyond me. Using this fact is most certainly not.