Books over all
Henry is deep into that point of childhood where we're constantly telling him "put that book down and...". Tonight was no different. I called him into the kitchen to look at something, and he sloooowly dragged himself in, nose buried in his book. I told him to put it down. No response. Finally, I grabbed the book out of his hands, put it on the counter, and told him what I wanted him to do. Instead of doing what I'd asked, he grabbed the book back and started reading again.
Ok, so I want to encourage reading, but deliberate defiance of a parental request? Non-starter.
I relieved him of his book, sent him to the corner, and told him he lost that book for the rest of the evening. He was *devastated*. So, after his time in the corner, I gave him a choice. Come out now, and lose the book, or stay in an extra three minutes (usually a soul-crushing eternity for him) and get your book back.
He chose the time and the book. That's my boy.
Ok, so I want to encourage reading, but deliberate defiance of a parental request? Non-starter.
I relieved him of his book, sent him to the corner, and told him he lost that book for the rest of the evening. He was *devastated*. So, after his time in the corner, I gave him a choice. Come out now, and lose the book, or stay in an extra three minutes (usually a soul-crushing eternity for him) and get your book back.
He chose the time and the book. That's my boy.