Winky said:Its all about consequences.
When my Son was that age
I’d threaten him with being set on fire.
This kid likes fire...
Winky said:Its all about consequences.
When my Son was that age
I’d threaten him with being set on fire.
Leslie said:he got one tonight. He was refusing to obey and stay out of his room, and I was trying to cook, so I grabbed his arm and made him walk around with me. He kept pulling and pulling, so my neighbour took charge of the arm so he wouldn't get burnt, and cause it's fun. He got pissed at that, and started threatening to kick/punch or bite. Her attitude was yeah? go for it! you'll only do it once! He didn't dare do that, but he did come out with a good hearty FUCK YOU!
So I grabbed the Sunlight Ultra dishsoap, and he got soaped.
He's eversonice apologetic and peaceful now.
Leslie said:Yeah, I figger the Children's Aid should be here any minute.
They can have him.
Well, at least you know he can't outrun you now?Leslie said:so tonight, after breaking his toe this morning dropping a peanut butter jar on it, getting soaped at dinner,
he jumped off the windowsill and landed with his heel directly onto a tin can. HUGE smile shaped gash on the bottom of his foot. Whole uncountable whack of stitches on the inside, 9 on the outside.
*sigh*
Mom is still ghastly pale and trying not to hurl 3 hours later.
Leslie said:so tonight, after breaking his toe this morning dropping a peanut butter jar on it, getting soaped at dinner,
he jumped off the windowsill and landed with his heel directly onto a tin can. HUGE smile shaped gash on the bottom of his foot. Whole uncountable whack of stitches on the inside, 9 on the outside.
*sigh*
Mom is still ghastly pale and trying not to hurl 3 hours later.
Give him a day or so...he'll be running in no time. Leaving little red footprints everywhere he goes, but runningLeslie said:we were heckling him about that while waiting for the Dr.
Leslie said:so tonight, after breaking his toe this morning dropping a peanut butter jar on it, getting soaped at dinner,
he jumped off the windowsill and landed with his heel directly onto a tin can. HUGE smile shaped gash on the bottom of his foot. Whole uncountable whack of stitches on the inside, 9 on the outside.
*sigh*
Mom is still ghastly pale and trying not to hurl 3 hours later.