As Dan and I were on our way to do some shopping, he began to remind me to behave myself, which is usual for that type of outing. I was trying to listen to him and drive at the same time when I heard something that made my ears perk right up. I heard him say there would be a prize. A prize?

Needless to say, I became extremely excited and was practically bouncing up and down in my seat as I began to quiz him about said prize. Unluckily it was a sad case of wishful thinking. It seems he actually said there would be a “price” not a “prize” for my behavior.

Darn it! I thought I was going to get a prize. I’m still trying to convince him that the reward system beats the punishment one but he doesn’t agree. *sigh*

I’m still working on him though. Everytime he says “price”, I act excited and ask hopefully, “Prize? Did you say prize?” I’ll wear him down…maybe. 😉