Sean is definitely mastering the art of the terrible two/threes. He’s got his own idea of what’s right and an attitude to boot. Most people look at me and say, “What? He’s not bad! He’s too cute to be bad!” Looks can be deceiving, my friend…I thoroughly believe God gave him his good looks to save his life.
Our timeout spot is a little corner between the dining room and the kitchen. I chose this spot because it separates the offender from the ‘fun’ of the living room but keeps them in a spot that I can still see from the kitchen. See, normally they get in trouble most when I’m doing school work on the computer or doing something in the kitchen…in other words, when the cats away, the mice will play.
This weekend Sean was in time-out yet again, I walked him to the spot, explained to him why he was in time-out and walked back into the living room with the rest of the family to continue watching the Olympics. After he had done sufficient time I walked in with the intention of having the “Do you know why you were in time-out?” talk with him when I find this:
There he was…completely absorbed in his shame. I was speech less…I just stood there looking at him. The stinker found a pencil hiding on the floor somewhere within reach and decided that he would create an amazing mural on the wall. Of course, since I didn’t know what to say I grabbed my camera.
Now, when you’re kids already in time-out what do you do for punishment?! We had yet another talk, this time about how pencils are for paper only and how we NEVER color on the wall. Then I handed him a wipe and told him to get busy cleaning up the mess. He gave me the standard, “But it toooooo HARD, Momma!” Oh well, buddy, you made the mess, you get to clean it up.
As you can see, he’s still ridiculously cute even when he’s in trouble!
Almost three is such a tough age…they are older enough to know some right from wrong but not old enough to truly understand reason and consequences or why drawing on the wall is a bad thing. He is proving to be just as stubborn and