Dad reports:
Tommy finally wandered from his room 1ish mouth agap, feet shuffling, eyes half closed looking somewhat like a cross between a zombie and a hung over college student. He was immediately tasked with walking the dog but didn’t have today’s program of house breaking explained to him so he took the dog out, quickly brought her in, let her off the leash and she prompted did her business. Tommy cooked himself lunch and had “da rulez” explained to him. Any snapping, barking, rudeness or failure to do what he was asked would result in no spending the night at his grandparents tonight. Since he obviously slept in the clothes he was wearing yesterday, I asked him to take a bath. He promptly went back to bed.
So far, no yelling today.