I've been meaning to record this for a few weeks...
A while ago, all four of us hopped in the HHR to get supplies for HQ. We were grocery shopping at Meijer, and Jim and Henry drifted. Willa was concerned.
"That probably wasn't a good idea, was it mom?"
"It's okay, we'll find them in a minute."
"But dad should probably have a consequence* to making that bad choice, shouldn't he?"
"What kind of consequence do you think is appropriate, Willa?"
"Um...." she said, while thoughtfully scratching the bridge of her nose, "well, um... maybe something like not letting dad sleep with you for a few nights?"
I congratulated myself for not laughing myself into a puddle. Meanwhile, she made plans for Jim and the couch.
*We've been talking a lot (A LOT) about choices and consequences in these parts. She's catching on.