Like most parents of future actors, it always makes me laugh when the teacher's tell me what a sweet and obedient child our daughter is. "She's a model student... I just wish she would be morevocal in class!" Don't get me wrong; she is probably one of the sweetest children I've ever known, but she's also one of the loudest. When she was in kindergarten, I videotaped her singing at the top of her lungs and sent it to her teacher so she could see what her shy and demure girl was likeoutside of the classroom. But my efforts to gain sympathy were quickly dismissed as she politely informed me that "she certainly knows her boundaries;" a theory that would prove itself true several months later when she elected to put herself in time out after telling the warden to "pick it up yourself!"
Although that orange little spot in the center of her room saw more traffic than downtown Atlanta on any given day, there's been no solid proof that it actually worked. But the one thing it did do was give us both an opportunity to calm down and hug it out... And that's exactly what we did.
And we still do today–minus the rug.