Connar had a rough morning with obeying me yesterday, and of course Dash knew about it. All he does is watch, listen, and tell Santa if he has been good or naughty, which is what I tried to explain to Connar. He believed me after he saw Dash's handwritten note the next morning...
(I'm thinking I might need to fold this up and stash it in my purse in case he decides to throw a three year old tantrum in front of 20 people again.)