Do not negotiate with Terrorists

So much for my peaceful afternoon. The mystery is solved, the Princess and the Prince were being quiet because they were being naughty. I am partly to blame because I did not get their Princess and Buzz Lightyear suitcases put up after our last trip home to Iowa. They commandeered said suitcases and filled them up with toys. Now, we have a known rule in this house that the suitcases are not toys. I know this, the kids know this, and that should be the end of the story. Not today. They came down the stairs with sheepish grins lugging their luggage behind them. I stopped them at the bottom of the stairs, reminded them of the "suitcases are not toys" rule and asked them to go upstairs. Again, in a perfect world, this should have been the end of the story, but my Princess turned into Miss Attitude and promptly started listing the reasons why she was not going to listen to me. "I know more than you because Ms. Teacher taught me lots of stuff. I am smarter than you Mommy and know everything and you know nothing." and on and on and on. Finally, I stepped over the gate at the bottom of the stairs and took her suitcase upstairs. It was filled with toys, so I unzipped it and dumped then on the bed. Then she HIT me. She hit me. She hit me. ... I didn't raise my children to hit me or talk to me the way that she talked to me. She is currently on the stairs telling me that she will not take her time out and I am trying the SuperNanny technique of just taking her back to her room without talking to her. She is throwing a major fit. Miss Attitude indeed.