“Why is life so harsh sometimes?” asks Ezra this morning on the way to the track.
“What do you mean, buddy?”
“Harsh. You know what harsh means, mom.”
“Can you give an example of what you are talking about?”
“Like the Bible, and slavery, and punishments. Really big punishments.”
Wow. Where did that come from?
“And why don’t parents get timeouts? What’s their punishment?”
Ahhh, it’s getting clearer.
Zach perks up and jumps in. “Yeah. You should get timeouts too. Like when you say bad words, you should have a one-minute timeout.”
Yes, I think. But then how will I ever get anything done?
Their case picks up steam. Why are kids the only ones who got punished for their bad behavior? It’s not fair. Not one little bit.
I’m not sure exactly where this outrage is coming from. It may be that Ezra heard Jeff and I bickering about a credit card this morning, the kind of bickering that might send both of the boys to the slammer. Or it may be that the boys have been asking a lot of questions about CutiePie’s momma and why she can’t take care of CutiePie. Which led to questions about friends of theirs who can’t see their dad as often as they’d like because of his behavior. I don’t know for sure, but the intensity of their outrage at the injustice of it all demands an answer.
But that answer seems too harsh for 9 am. What am I going to say, “Don’t worry, darlings. I’ll get mine when you turn out to be undisciplined, selfish adults.”
Luckily, CutiePie starts cooing and the boys drop it. I have a feeling, though, that now that it’s out there – the option of putting mom and dad in time out – it won’t be the last time we hear about it.
What do you think? Should we submit to some sort of immediate consequence when we blow it? Or should we just hope that CutiePie never leaves and we can distract ourselves with wet kisses and baby talk?