She made a shofar out of our church bulletin yesterday. After I told her to stop blowing it loudly sounding a good bit like I imagine a killer whale to sound, I took it away, an act which resulted in her hitting me multiple times in the parking lot.
She humbly brought me this later that afternoon.
Very sweet indeed.
Some of the significance of the moment, however, seemed a bit lost when she told me this with a smile before skipping off.
Mommy, you can keep this. And, whenever I do something bad, you can just read it again.