Badness at Breakfast

Anne and I are eating breakfast together.

I needed some more milk, but before getting it,I went into the other room to talk to Lydia for a few minutes. When I came back, I went into the kitchen to get the milk out of the 'fridge.

Anne pipes up from the adjacent dining room, "What are you doing? Getting a spanking spoon?"

I thought to myself, "Hmmmmm.... Sounds like a guilty conscience." So I replied, "Yes."

Now, usually when she asks questions like that and she knows she didn't do anything deserving of a spanking she will say, "Why?"

But not this time. Nope.

Instead I heard an almost dejected, "Ok." As thought she knew she deserved it.

I didn't actually get a spanking spoon - just the milk.

When I got to the table Anne asked, "Where is it?"

I said, "Anne, I know you did naughty things, and I know what they are, but I want you to tell me what you did."

She said somewhat contritely, "I blew bubbles in my milk."

At this I barely restrained an explosive giggle, but managed to maintain a stern face.

"What else?"

Even more contritely, "Umm... I also ate my sausage."
(I had told her to eat her blueberry muffin before finishing her sausage.)

"Ok, what else."

"I spilled milk on my weg (leg)... when I was blowing bubbles in my milk."

(Barely restraining explosive laughter) "Ok, Anne. You know, you shouldn't blow bubbles in your milk, but I'm not going to give you a spanking for these things because they're pretty silly."