A FREAKING SANDBOX.
Because a sandbox can be a monster truck rally, and a noodle factory, and a field of crops (or "trops," whatever works for you), a mountain building contest... in other words, an interacting, creating, sharing, learning BONANZA that requires you to be outside.
So, 7 peed in the sandbox today.
And I'm all, "7, go to your room. Your mom said before she left, NO WATER IN THE SANDBOX."
7: "But it's not WATER, it's - "
"NO WATER OF ANY KIND. Room. Now."
So, after the seven minute punishment, I ask him, "7, why did you have to go to your room?"
7: "Because I peed in the sandbox."
Me: "Did you think it was funny?"
7: (smirks) "It was funny."
Me: (trying not to smirk) "Maybe. But that doesn't mean you were supposed to do it. What did your mom say before she left?"
7: "No water in the sandbox."
Me: "And..."
7: "Fine, I won't do it again." (runs away)
Later, at the pool, after we're done swimming and they're headed for the men's locker room (yes, they go in there by themselves, I pick my freaking battles, ok, and 7 has told me that changing in the family changing room with a nanny is "illegal." He used the word ILLEGAL. I don't believe him, but he believes him, and I'm not dealing with it.)
Me: "Hey 7? Take care of your brother, ok?"
7: "I always take care of 4."
4: "And I always take tare of him!!!"
Good stories have memorable scenes. And today felt like a better story.
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