I feel like I've been barking orders. I give a lot of orders during the day. A sampling, you ask?
Put your pants back on! Wash your hands! Wipe you mouth! Be quiet! Wipe your bottom! Sit down! Sit down! Sit down! Leave Avery alone! Get in your seat! Buckle up! Sit down! Eat your food! Put your shoes away! Close the door! Close the door! Close the door! Where do our dishes go?! Clean up the crayons! Put away the toys! Don't hit your sister! Stop whining! Eat your food! Say your sorry! Be quiet! Sit down! Run! (across the street) Hop in the bath, now! Close your eyes! Don't splash! Don't drown Avery! Get jammies on! Get jammies on! Get jammies on! Kneel down! Kneel down! Kneel down! (kiss) Get back in bed! Get back in bed! Get back in bed!
Do I give so many orders on a daily basis, that it is easier to bark them like a dog than to *quietly request*? Despite my "animosity", the rascals are thriving. And growing up, even. In fact, the high chair is collecting cobwebs in the garage now. Sad day--in a way.
I never had to bark, even once, "Get out of your high chair!!"