She had it coming. I told her a thousand times to stop hitting people with her cheerleading baton. But she insisted in using it as a weapon. Tonight I had enough when she hit her older brother square in the face. Kudos the my oldest son for not retaliating against a baby. But the toy had to go. And to prevent the baby's cry from coercing me into giving her back the baton (I'm a sucker for crying girlz, or women for that matter), I broke it in half before trowing it to the garbage.
I feel sad. Parenting can be tough.
baby won't hug me now