So the yellow football pants that Will wears everyday (if you know Will, you know what I'm talking about) are now gone. I threatened him the other day that if he hit his sister again I would give the pants to Goodwill. Will looked right at me and hit her again! So I had to follow through. There were tears, wailing, knashing of teeth, hitting of his mom. And finally the tantrum ended in sad whimpers, "Those were my favorite pants. . . I was so excited about those pants." This was really hard for me as a mom, I was crying too, but I hope he learned a lesson that he can't hit his sister and that his mom isn't a doormat.
Sidenote: He now just wears baseball pants rolled up to his knee for his daily football pant fix.