Today was May Day. It was also Saturday. Saturday is a day to rejoice.
Magoo is only allowed to play video games on Saturdays. He loves them so much that he refers to Saturday only as “My Lot of Game Day.” I’m not honestly sure if he even remembers what it’s actually called.
The other night he was getting into bed on a not-Saturday night and he said, “Mom? Do you wanna know something magical?”
“What?” I asked.
Sheepishly he pulled my Nintendo DS out from behind his pillow. “Look what I found,” he grinned. “It just appeared… under my pillow… like magic.”
Now he knows he’s not supposed to be playing and he knows he’s not supposed to take the DS without asking. He knows a lot of things but I looked at that magical muffin-head and wondered what I was supposed to do.
“Did you take it from my room?”
“No. It was magic… Yes.”
There’s sort of a parental gray area where misbehavior and honesty are concerned. On the one hand, you want to give your kids credit for telling you the truth and admitting when they do something wrong. You want them to keep confiding in you so you don’t want to come down too hard on them when they tell the truth.
At the same time, you don’t want them to think it’s okay to become a heroine dealer, sleep around, and kidnap other people’s pet gerbils as long as they fess up quickly after the fact. It’s a tightrope we walk, balancing the olive branch of honesty in one hand and the hammer of “YOU DID WHAT?” in the other.
In general, my balancing act looks something like this:
Notice that as the child increases in foreknowledge that what they are doing is wrong, the seriousness of the consequences increases. Also, if the child confesses quickly, the consequences will be less severe than if, for example, they reach a 10 on the graph which involves lying repeatedly, blaming a sibling for the wrongdoing and possibly swearing a blood oath of innocence before finally confessing to the misdeed after hours of intense interrogation, including but not limited to, denying the child food while eating Mike and Ikes 3 inches from his face.
All that being said, I think any child should receive one get-out-of-jail-free card the first time he uses Magic as an excuse, but only if he does it with a huge grin on his face.
Awesome chart!
And amen, on the Magic excuse.
My kids know that the cuter the defense the less likely there is to be punishment. It’s probably not the best parenting arrangement in the world, but it works for me. Plus at least they are guarenteed to show me some cuteness every now and then, as they get older I have to encourage it somehow.
Z is 2 – and already when he senses he’s in trouble, he starts smiling and waving “Hi! Hi Mommy! Hi!” or worse – when I start the counting at one, he pipes in “TWO!”
That’s classic. Love it.
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OH! You have to know MATH to be a good mom. No wonder I had such a hard time! 🙂 And about May Day, did any of the chillins pick you any may day flowers? I used to do that for my mom, and the daughter that usually remembers is out of the country. Drats.