Wednesday, April 22, 2009

If only I had a dungeon.

Yesterday afternoon while straightening up the house, I noticed my new leather bench has been 'claimed'. Apparently, it now belongs to Sayde. At least it is now the territory of a female. If Connor had wanted the bench for his very own, he would be likely to pee on it.



But, we have never really confronted this problem with Sayde before. Connor has a recent history of coloring the white carpet with red crayon - his last creation was a 3 foot long pirate ship on the floor next to his bed, but Sayde is usually fairly trustworthy. So I wasn't really sure what to do about this. Waterboarding doesn't seem to be in vogue anymore. Thanks a lot, Obama.
So, what's a mother to do? I asked a good friend, and followed her advice.

It's good to know that Sayde, "will not dmagefurbve" ever again. I wish I could think of another way to hit it home that it's not cool to destroy the house. Having her pay for a new bench seemed like the rational thing to do for a split second, and then I realized she only makes one dollar every few weeks (and she has to rip a wiggly tooth out of her head to get that dollar). That could take a while. Any other ideas?

6 comments:

Rikki said...

simply write your name on everything she owns in big slashy letters. Like the front of her shirts.

On the other hand, I would be grateful that she only wrote her name and didn't draw a big penis on it (this is what high school students apparently LOVE to do to anything not moving).

If she does 'damage the furbinvre" again, you could have Connor pee on her stuff. Think of how happy this will make him!

Susan said...

Yikes. Oooh, I love Rikki's suggestions above. She MUST be a cool mom.

And hey, I've done the "writing" thing before. Samantha wrote something 50 times, and did it in 1.2 minutes and threw it at me bragging how "easy" it was.

So then we upped it to 200. And removed every single "school" item and easel, and desk and paper and marker from her room. My bedroom looked like a 1st grade classroom for a week - but it was the ONLY thing I could take away that meant something to her.

Being a mom totally sucks sometimes.

If all else fails, flip em the finger and tell em to go to hell.

Casey said...

Is your friend who gave you that advice also Bart Simpson's teacher? If so, that totally makes sense.

I'm not sure what to do on that one. A quick google search yielded the following: http://forums.canadiancontent.net/news/78044-school-uses-guantanamo-bay-isolation.html

That may be a bit rough though.

ModernMom said...

If you figure it out, let me know. My DD did the same thing to her cherry wood dresser when she was about 4. Sigh. It's when they are quiet that you should be scared!

Stinky John Jones said...

Wow! This blog is awesome! Glad I found it.

Anyway, I have no idea. Mine enjoy destroying things and I haven't found an answer to resolve it yet.

If you do, let me in on it, m'kay!

Melissa said...

"I will not damage the furniture" turned into some like weird, written game of telephone that she played by herself. What if you just carved YOUR name into one of her My Little Ponies? Oh, I'm not helping... ;)