Electro Jail

My son is generally smart, I think. He's always been adept at working the system (i.e.: his mom). He has always easily spouted facts on science, nature, technology. So easily that he corrects me, often. He struggles in reading, but does pretty well in school. He is particular in every way, with a sharp memory and scarily-accurate recall. So imagine my surprise when this very smart boy made the unwise decision to push my buttons when I was at my wit's end.  
Electronics jail. 

Tablet. TV remote. Laptop. Xbox controllers. All in jail, Thursday-Sunday, with a tentative release date of Monday. 

Bail is set at: an apology note to me, perfectly respectful behavior between now and then, full cooperation in all activities, and no - I mean ZERO- whining. 

He is so stunned, he actually ate broccoli last night. 

This is STEP ONE of my Rise: Put your foot down.

Comments

  1. ErinSeptember 15, 2017 at 7:24 AM

    It could be a long weekend...for BOTH of you. ;)

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    1. OhanaMamaSeptember 15, 2017 at 9:05 AM

      Well.... If I hadn't already assigned like 4 other adults to him for most of the weekend. :-)

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