From what I can tell, she's rehabilitated

I loved all the comments that you left about Daughter's little dental rage incident. It sounds like we're not the only ones who have walked this path.

And yes, our use of The Naughty Step was stolen straight from Supernanny. Because while a lot of people use "books" by "experts" with "advanced degrees" to broaden their parenting knowledge, we at the MBI Estate entrust our decision-making to the advice of a woman whose primary qualification is that she has an English accent.

In short, that's how we roll.

Anyhow, you'll be happy to know that Daughter survived her day of no TV, no gardening with Nana and no birthday party.

I'm sure in her mind it was going to be the worst day ever. Like Alcatraz, but with better snacks.

Yet surprisingly, her day of with no privileges was a non-event.

We made a run to Lowe's and to the nursery for some stuff for the yard. I marked out and prepped a place outside the kitchen for a little vegetable garden, and Wife and Daughter spent the morning planting tomatoes, squash, cucumbers and zucchini.

Son and I pulled weeds in the morning to get ready for my afternoon chore - spreading the 10 yards of mulch my yard guy delivered early Saturday morning.

We all stayed busy enough that Daughter didn't have much time to think about the assorted things she wasn't allowed to do.

By mid-day, she had also resigned herself to the fact that she'd be home with me while Wife and Son went down to the birthday party.

"Maybe I can go to Chloe's party next year," she suggested.

And for his part, Son seems to have put the whole toothy episode behind him. He even let her close enough to his tummy to tickle him yesterday.

And as we all know, nothing says, "All is forgiven," like a tummy tickle.