Scratcher

For the second day in a row, I came home to find that Tessa has scratched her brother's face. The Missus and I are at wit's end trying to figure out what to do. (An aside: is anyone ever at wit's beginning?) The Missus smacked her hand when she did it but that didn't work as a deterrent. I am now sitting with the boy upstairs and letting him watch Noggin. Tessa cried when I didn't let her come upstairs too. Maybe this will work? Who knows?

Girls can be mean!

(The picture above of the boy and I was taken on my MacBook's camera. Adam decided he didn't want to wear a shirt today.)