“Violet’s bad. We need to get a birdcage to put her in.”
For the record, the poor kid wasn’t even doing anything. For a couple of seconds after this came out of Olivia’s mouth this afternoon, it kind of threw me off. Then, I remembered back to this weekend when she was enamoured with the oversized parrot bird cage at the pet store while we were browsing the mall. She wanted it, I told her that she could get it someday – if she’s good.
Later, I told her that I was going to buy the birdcage and put her in there. Clearly it made an impact.