Okay, I will admit it... I don't have much control over the children -- and dog -- in my home. My husband insists they don't take me seriously because I offer them empty threats and don't follow through.
That was just some background info. Now for the story.
This evening, my husband was out and I was trying to get the kids to eat dinner, but they kept getting up, being distracted, etc. The radio in the kitchen was on and it was a rock station playing. My daughter got up, disappeared for a moment and came back with a colander lid with a long handle, which she then proceeded to use as a guitar. She played air guitar to accompany the song on the radio.
I told her to put away her "guitar" and sit down to finish her dinner. She did...for a short bit.
She disappeared again and came back with her "guitar," ready to accompany the next song on the radio. Again I told her to put it away.
Me: "What's the difference between now and what I told you two minutes ago, when I told you to stop?"
Quick Thinking Son: "Two minutes."