I hate the Wii remote straps. Quinn constantly swings around the remote on her wrist, despite my asking her not to since we got the damn thing. I told her if she did it again, we were done with the Wii for the night.
"Do you understand?"
"If you swing the Wii remote again, we are done with the Wii tonight."
"Dad, I KNOW."
"I don't care if you forget. I don't care if you're sorry. So don't forget."
Ten minutes later, in between screen loads, she started twirling the remote. So I turned off the Wii.
"Dad! I'm sorry, I forgot!"
"I know, and I don't care. We're done."
You know what else I did? I made her pick up her pants from the floor, and turn them right side out before throwing them in the laundry.
I AM THE HARDASS DAD.