Last night, the song of choice at our house was "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" Don't ask. I was trying to be the patient mom, really I was. But after approximately 137 rounds,
"All right! That's enough! The next person who sings that song owes me a dollar!"
They looked at me, wide-eyed, mouths open in surprise.
But I made two dollars in the next five minutes.
One of them was from my husband.
I'm still laughing about it.
I wonder what other rules I can enforce with money penalties? Hmmmm....
I'm gonna be rich!