Disobedience Tax

Last night at dinner Francie was trying to leave the table before we were all finished eating. We told her if she got out of her chair she'd get the dreaded "Disobedience Tax"- a quarter/penny/dime taken out of her jar. She paused- scooted her chair back and said... "Wellllll. I'll just earn it back!" and off she ran.
Looks like we need a new mega-threat!!! Stinker...

and just because I can't post without a picture of Maisie- here she is on her changing table in a cute little pink smocked dress our friend Lacey from Texas sent to Francie when she was born. Good thing she is still too sweet to talk back!