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Dealing with young Kids & teenagers (A thread not just for parents!)
David In Indy:
Kelda or Melissa -
Do you think maybe we should start a new topic? Somehow this thread has gone very OT and I think it's my fault. :(
I have a peculiar talent of making threads go OT and I think I've done it again.
What do you think? Maybe you could create a new topic and merge these OT posts into it. Because tasting soap and getting swatted has absolutely NOTHING to do with what we do for a living, does it? ???
Sorry about that.
Kelda:
Split and merged.. I think!
Kerry:
--- Quote from: David on July 30, 2007, 10:47:50 pm ---The nuns carried a similar cane back in Catholic school. Actually it was one of those pointing sticks, but they found other uses for it besides pointing at the alphabet letters above the chalkboard. The nuns and priests would give us one firm swat over the tops of our hands if we were caught talking, daydreaming, etc. It hurt like white fire. Oh and those pointed nun's shoes were another near lethal weapon. A swift kick on the ankle with one of those would get anyone's attention. OUCH!! >:(
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Haha :laugh: the way you describe the nuns' shoes, David, they remind me of the Wicked Witch of the West's shoes in The Wizard of Oz! Did your nuns wear bright, striped stockings, too! ::) ;) :D
Front-Ranger:
I was in the kitchen making cabbage rolls and I had to prescribe a time-out for myself! Now I'm in my bedroom, it's so serene, surfing BetterMost. My son was just goofing off, blabbering, singing snippets of songs, taking stuff out of the fridge, and blowing off steam. Pretty soon, I realized my nerves were completely shot!!
Earlier he wanted to go shop for clothes, so Ms. Pocketbook...me...agreed to go with him. But not before he cleaned up the area directly in front of the front door, which looked like an extension of his bedroom. I would not have the courage to open the front door if anybody rang!! My son's reply after just goofing off for 30 minutes was to tell me to tell him when we would leave for the clothing store, so he could clean everything up 30 seconds before that. I hit the roof and said, that's it, I'm not going with you. Go by yourself. So, then he got his guitar and started playing "Where do the children play?" by Cat Stevens, singing like, well, Cat Stevens. Even though he melted my heart, I couldn't resist asking him to add a chorus saying "Where do the adults play?"
Kelda:
--- Quote from: Front-Ranger on January 10, 2010, 07:24:32 pm ---I was in the kitchen making cabbage rolls and I had to prescribe a time-out for myself! Now I'm in my bedroom, it's so serene, surfing BetterMost. My son was just goofing off, blabbering, singing snippets of songs, taking stuff out of the fridge, and blowing off steam. Pretty soon, I realized my nerves were completely shot!!
Earlier he wanted to go shop for clothes, so Ms. Pocketbook...me...agreed to go with him. But not before he cleaned up the area directly in front of the front door, which looked like an extension of his bedroom. I would not have the courage to open the front door if anybody rang!! My son's reply after just goofing off for 30 minutes was to tell me to tell him when we would leave for the clothing store, so he could clean everything up 30 seconds before that. I hit the roof and said, that's it, I'm not going with you. Go by yourself. So, then he got his guitar and started playing "Where do the children play?" by Cat Stevens, singing like, well, Cat Stevens. Even though he melted my heart, I couldn't resist asking him to add a chorus saying "Where do the adults play?"
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