Once again tonight, I was the hard a** momma. I hate being that way, but I just couldn’t let it go. After a great night of swimming lessons and accolades for being so brave when she got her flu shot, Sofia got snotty. So snotty with her father that I just couldn’t let it go.

The scene: I get done taking a bath, go into her room to finish getting her ready for bed (dad did the first part) and what does she do? Takes her daddy’s hand, walks him to the door and says, “No kissses for you.” Then she proceeds to shut the bedroom door. He went downstairs.

I just couldn’t let it go. It was so mean. So calculated. I know she’s 3, but she wasn’t joking.

So I announced no stories, get into the bathroom where I scrubbed her teeth between her crying and had her get into bed. Lights out and then I said, “When you can decide to be nice to daddy, you call us back in. I love you, but I am disappointed in your behavior towards daddy.”

Out I went.

Not a peep since.

We’ll see what the morning brings.