Of Directness

A couple of days ago, while we continued to struggle with Micaiah's stubborn and non-cooperative attitude she has put on of late, I spent the three-minute drive to church gently lecturing her on why it is important to do what Mommy and Daddy say the first time.  Reminding her of the concept of "danger" and what that could mean if she didn't do what we said, I loquaciously hammered in the point.

In the midst of my speech, Micaiah interrupted, "Mommy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Thank you to stop talking."

Point taken, my direct darling.