This morning was a difficult one for Seth. Time after time we had to send him to his room with instructions not to come out until he finished whining. On one such excursion, I finally went into the room to deal with his wailing more personally. "Seth," I said, sitting down on the bed beside him, "I need you to stop whining."
We went through the usual routine of him admitting that it was his attitude that was causing the problem, but he was still reluctant to surrender. Finally he burst out, "It's so boring here! I just want to run away."
"Really," I responded mildly. "Are you going to get dressed first, or go in your pajamas?"
"I don't know!"
"Well, I think you'd better get dressed if you want to run away."
My horrified son began wailing again. "You mean you don't want to send a grownup with me?"
1 comment:
Hahahahaha! That was way too funny!
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