A few nights ago Bennett broke something off the desk chair in our front living room. It is not actually broken but the piece did come off. Shortly afterward, Charleigh came to find me in the other room to let me know what her brother had done. And she had. And placed it right by the front door.
Like any good mother I told her that Bennett would of course have to move out of our home. I mean, really, we had no other options.
"Okay," she said. And that was that. She went back into the other room and told brother of his fate.
A short time later he was crying and when I mentioned that I didn't know why, Charleigh's reply?
"Maybe he's sad that he has to move out. I even got his suitcase ready." 
She had packed it quite well too. The contents? A diaper, socks, pajamas, a sweatshirt, a beanie, jeans, and a shirt.
As you can see, Bennett was very concerned by the threat of being sent to live elsewhere. 
"But only for one day to think about what he did."
