Boy People

Wake me up before you go, go

by Me on May.30, 2007, under Boy People

It’s Ricky’s birthday today. He’s only ten but he seems to be getting an early start on creeping senility.

He came wandering downstairs this morning to ask me why all the clocks said 6:36.

Me: Because that’s what time it is. Why? What time does your clock say?

Ricky: 6:36

Me: So, what’s the problem?

Ricky: Am I supposed to be up now?

Me: Ricky, what time do you usually get up for school?

Ricky: 7 o’clock

Me: Then you don’t have to be up yet, do you?

Ricky: Oh.

… and he wandered away again.

This is why children make for such good copy. No writer, no matter how vivid their imagination, could possibly make this stuff up.

[tags]alarm clocks, kids, mommyblogging[/tags]

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You should never argue with a crazy mind

by Me on May.02, 2006, under Boy People

I never did find that hole to crawl into, although I guess it must have seemed like it from where you sit, huh?

Anyway … the high point of my day today was throwing my youngest son out of the house.

I was sitting at my desk when he got home from school and, immediately, two or three little boys were at the door asking him to come out and play.

And this peculiar child was standing there in the doorway fussing at his little friends for wanting to play with him. All he wanted to do was to go shut himself in his room and muck on his computer.

What ya might call a chip off the ol’ block, wouldn’t ya say?

So, I put my foot down. I told him that it was not okay with me for him to so totally lose his sense of perspective that he actually acted like a computer was more important than people. I insisted that he go outside and play, reminding him that he could always muck on his computer after dinner and/or after his bath.

He was very upset with me. There were things he really wanted to do on the computer today, and I wasn’t allowing him to make his own choices. But I didn’t allow myself to be swayed by his tears. As his mom, it’s my job to step in when he makes bad choices that are bad for him.

Get thee gone, child! I told him (yes, I really do say things like that to my kids).

Two hours later, Ricky came briskly back into the house for dinner and volunteered to make me a deal. He would go outside and play every single day, every season of the year, up until dinnertime. Then he’d eat, and then he’d play on his computer.

I was congratulatory. “What a great idea!” I told him, after inserting a caveat about going out to play on days when his skin might freeze. “Wonder how you managed to think of such a great idea?”

I even kept a straight face.

I’m good.

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