The thing about threats is that you have to follow through with them. I mean you don’t have to follow through. You could threaten away until you are blue in the face and the only result would be children who don’t take you seriously.
Seriously? That would be bad.
I told T.Puzzle and Full Speed I would take them out to dinner only with good reports from school. They both succeeded. I was golden. My clean kitchen would remain intact and I would get something to eat I didn’t have to prepare.
Full Speed decided to fake hit me at some point because I made him mad. Yeah, that’s his new thing. Fake hitting Mommy.
This is when I imagine fake locking him in his room until he’s eighteen or stops fake hitting me.
Instead I said he blew it. Even though both boys earned the privilege of dinner out, the privilege was now officially off the table.
When all was said and done, I tried to fake clean my kitchen after the dinner I had to prepare against my will.
Too bad that didn’t work either.