A stone cold killer with a heart of ice.
My eldest son, at age one and two, was fascinated with the game "Candyland." He looped every adult who came into the house to play the game with him. He was not a good loser, and as time when by, he decided that Plumby, that purple creature on the deadly card, was his major foil to success. So...in secret, he strangled the plumby card and tossed him in the trash. Being a baby, he did not think to bury the body and so the evidence of the crime was discovered quickly by Dad.
When Dad found dead Plumby in the trash, the game turned from Candyland to Clue. Who crumbled up the Candyland spoiler and tossed him in the trash and why????? Was it an overdose of ego - the desire to win at any cost - or was it cookie monster, angry that plumby was not eatible because he was merely a dang card - paper?
The family three members all denied having been part of the cime. Mom said she likes plumby; he adds a fun aspect of chance to the game. She would not murder him. The Dad agreed with the mom, and so he proclaimed his innocence. The baby..well he had shifty eyes while saying plumby was not really important and was baaaad because he showed up and made innocent people lose the game for no reason. He suggested one of the stuffed animals or the dog, Lilly, did it. The baby denied his murder and shifted blamed on unquestion "members" of the family. It just so happened these suspects of baby could not be questioned...
So, I will tell you more of this mystery as this thread develops among parents and grandparents who might be able to guess who killed Plumby from their own stories of deviant toddlers.
Not really mine, but it harkens back to a simpler time:
This morning my son (4) asked to go see a couple of boys he met at a family wedding a while back, and I told him we weren’t going to spend the money or the time to get on a plane and go see someone we hardly know. He responded, “Well, we played lego’s together.”
Hope everyone is enjoying your Friday!!
If you ever gain access to any of my family members, please don’t ask them to tell you story of me and my grandmother’s chocolate cake from which the icing ‘mysteriously’ disappeared. At seven, if I had realize what can be reveal in a mirror, I might have avoided two whuppins. Oh, and no matter hwo well you clean up the tools used to scrap icing from layers of a cake (and in between, too), if you don’t wash your face, you’re gonna get busted.
A stone cold killer with a heart of ice.
Your son is smarter than his parents.
See, he knows that Plumpy is no good. They have taken him out of the most recent version of the game.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candy_Land
Well, I don’t have anything so interesting, but I’ll share this incident. We had 4 children born in 5 years. Sat. mornings when everyone was home was always a busy time with mom and dad trying to catch up on repairs, yard work, etc. and the kids involved in various endeavors. My youngest son was about 3 when this happened.
I called the family in for lunch — soup and sandwiches — and noted that I had baked a Boysenberry pie for dessert. Everyone came to the table and dove into their food. I cleared the dishes and asked who wanted Boysenberry pie?
There were enthusiastic affirmatives all around, except from my three year old. His face was very serious and rather dour as I passed the pie all around and we dug into warm pie with ice cream on top.
I asked him again, and he shook his head no. Then, he asked his father rather cautiously, “Dad, are poisonperries really poison?”
Only put as much of a drink in a child’s cup that you would not feel guilty about pouring down the drain.
It was a great trip.
Me, the wife and our two kids in the mini-van. We had been to Grandma’s and were heading back home after a few days on the road. And as kids do, they began to squabble and bicker in the back seat. We warned them once or twice to knock it off and keep quiet.
Finally I yelled; “Are ya’ll two done being stupid back there?”
Little Melissa answered right back; “Sam is; I’m not!”
That comment sank in with all of us. Talk about a “Wait-What?” moment.
We all laughed. The rest of the trip went much better.
Sidebar - Allow two levels of communication to handle a problem. Yelling or timeouts or paddling are the ways most of us know and have experienced. The other is to allow a sidebar. Treat the kid like an adult and have a rational discussion with them.
Talk to them as if you are giving some sort of inside information no one else knows.
Even my kid at 4 years old could handle that kind of discussion. Put the issue into a perspective they can understand.
Not funny anecdotes here but they have worked for us.
Do not coddle them when they are being brats. It only leads to greater brathood.
1. “I’m telling you from experience, if your last name is [our last name], you can’t get away with anything. Learn this lesson early and save us all some trouble.”
2. [a corollary]: Experience is that thing you have just after you need it.
Colonel, USAFR
Ping to this thread. Who has more experience? :)
THis story is not about one of my kids, but about a little boy I observed at dog trainnig.
He was about 8-9 and he was there with his mother training their large St. Bernard. That dog was a lot to handle. They were taking their obedience test to advance to the next level, and Mom was handling the dog. She really wanted to get out of the basic class and didn’t trust the little boy to be able to take Brutus through his paces.
Brutus was not cooperating that night. He was a big, lumbering puppy and had a hard time with the “finish” command where he had to circle close around the handler’s legs and then sit right next to the handler’s left foot and wait for a command.
The mom and the dog tried it over and over and finally were eliminated from the exercise. She brought the dog over to where the little boy was waiting. I was within earshot when the boy said, “Mom, just spit in your hand and hold it down, and he’ll follow you anywhere!”
Next round, she did, he did, and they passed!