Me (to husband): Gabriella's hitting me!
Husband: Um, she's your daughter, not your sister. Don't tell on her. Discipline her.
Me: Oh.
Both my mother and mother-in-law tell me discipline is love, and I believe them. But when I look into Gabriella's big gray eyes and hear her sing-song voice, I'm pretty much a sucker ... even if she is clearly manipulating (or worse yet, physically abusing) me at the time.
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