Today as the boys and I were driving to my older son's (OS) Tae Kwon Do debut, OS asked if the policeman who was supervising construction was making sure that everyone was behaving. "Yes," I emphasized. OS was quick to point out that he was behaving. I hoped he knew that the police were more than umm...behavior police, I initiated the following conversation:
Alex Elliot (AE): Who do you see if you get lost? OS: A mommy with kids, or someone in a store uniform. AE: That's right. You can also talk to a policeman. He or she will help you find Daddy and me. OS: I wanted to call the police this morning.
I almost pulled over in shock
AE: What?!!! OS: I woke up this morning and you weren't there. AE: Yes, I was at the gym, but Daddy was there. OS: Daddy wasn't there. Me: Yes, he was. OS: I didn't see him. Me: He was probably in the shower. OS: Yes, but he wasn't in the room with me. That's why I needed to call the police. Me: Not if Daddy is in the same house as you. You call for help when you get separated from us. OS: Do you like chameleons?
Can you imagine how surprised the Big Giraffe would have been if the police had burst into the bathroom while he was showering?
Fortunately, the surprises were over when we got to Tae Kwon Do. It took OS about 10 minutes to really get into it, but then he really enjoyed it and asked to go back tomorrow. He was very excited to show off his moves when the Big Giraffe got home. My younger son was also impressed, and he imitated everything OS did from the observer area. Why do I have a feeling that I'm in for a whole new type of physical fighting between my kids?
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: If you get lost in the bathroom, your kids may call the cops to help.
I was going to echo Tracey's comments - all kids are supposed to be FORBIDDEN to use moves outside of class. I'm sure your school told OS that and he's being responsible.
Professional Mom of two cats, a dog, an ant farm, and oh yeah...two boys: a 6 year old and a 3 year old. Also found in my house is my husband who is known on this blog as The Big Giraffe.
For those of us who didn't get an instruction manual with our babies and for whom parenting hasn't always gone as planned. On a more serious note this blog is about supporting a woman's ability to make her own choices about parenting including the choice, for whatever reason, to bottle feed her babies formula.
"he wasn't in the room with me"
ha ha ha ha ha!