One day last year I made Jayce mad at me. He was sent outside. I don't even remember the reason for any of it now. While he was outside he decided that I needed to learn a lesson. So he wrote me a message... NO MOM
On the back of the car, scratched into the finish. Lesson Learned.
The only reason he has lived to tell this tale is our car is a beater and will have to be junked when we leave the island. Hopefully, they all understand that there is a zero tolerance policy for this choice.