It’s an ugly thing when a child talks back to his parents. It’s humiliating and infuriating with he talks back to another adult.
This talking-back thing has gotten worse and worse the past few weeks and I really don’t know why. My reprimands are not working so I’m about to take things to a whole new level. After a particularly annoying situation on Easter where Bailey was asked by another parent in our “village” to not wrestle with one of his brothers, Bailey said, “I wasn’t wrestling.” A. He argued with an adult. B. He basically called the adult a liar.
On they way home I discussed my rudimentary plan with them. I know their favorite moment of the entire week is our traditional Friday Night Movie Night where we watch a movie, pop popcorn and the boys then get to sleep in the living room. I told them that they’d have ten strikes and when someone reached that point, they had lost FNMN for themselves. No movie. No popcorn. No camping out in the living room.
By the end of Monday Hayden had one strike, Carson two, Bailey five. He had managed to rack up three in a 10 minute battle over cleaning up one of his own messes. He’s half-way to losing his favorite event of the week and there are still 4 days left.
I hope this works but you can bet I’m pulling out my handy-dandy “Creative Correction” book. I’ll take suggestions and hints.