This morning I found my son playing with play dough in his bedroom. This is a no-no at my house. The kids know (well should know by how many times I've told them) that play dough is meant for the kitchen ONLY. This is how the conversation went.
Me: "Get this play dough in it's container and down stairs now. Or, I'm going to kick your butt!"
7 year old: Looks up at me with a blank stare.
Me: "Hurry up! I'm not kidding!"
7 year old: "You mean literally?"
Really?!?! How else would I mean. Well, I guess they've caught on to my empty threats.