The Mouse Pad: Consequence

Thanks to all of you who offered a suggestion on how to handle "The Mouse Pad Situation" and who enjoyed a giggle with me at my daughter's hilarious doodle. A special thanks goes to Teresa (a.k.a. Logzie) for giving me the "winning" suggestion. After a stinging swat to the rear and a long (and miserable for her) talk, Brooklyn will now work doing little jobs for me for the rest of the summer until she has earned enough money to buy me a new mouse pad. Yesterday she had the "pleasure" of shoveling the TMTC (too many too count) piles of dog dookey out of our back yard. She earned $1.00. If I remember right, the mouse pad was about $25, so I think by the time she earns that much, the lesson will be engrained in her brain about destroying other people's things and how hard we work to have the money to buy nice things.
As for the "special" mousepad---it's going in my scrapbook and will be something we will bust a gut over for the rest of our lives probably! I'm so glad I didn't try to clean it. Even if I could have gotten it clean--it's way more funny and "special" now. Of course, while this process is happening I can't let her see me giggling about it---so shhhh! Once the new mouse pad is purchased and the old one is "scrapped", I will explain to her that it is a cute doodle and that is why I am saving it, but that next time she wants to doodle, she needs to get out some paper. Someday when she's a mom, I can tell her the "rest of the story." (Amy E. remember hearing Paul Harvey say that every day in 6th grade during lunch? That Mr. Smith!!! ha ha)