I have a discipline problem.
Zachary screams and talks back to me, every now and then even pinching me. He intentionally wakes his sister, tortures his brother, and this week hit a friend at school. His favorite game is to get his brother to misbehave, then sit back innocently and watch him get in trouble.
Benjamin smacks his sister for fun, breaks things, and calls people “stinky butt,” a term I fear he learned from his brother.
Lilah, bless her little heart, is delighted that she understands my directions and – other than getting pissy when I refuse to change her clothes for hours – is incredibly obedient.
I can yell, I can take away privileges, I can send them to their rooms. And it works. On Zachary.
Benjamin? He won’t stay in his room. He feigns nonchalance when I take away TV time. He laughs maniacally and breaks things. And how the hell do I send him to his room when he hits his brother’s friends in the kindergarten line in the morning?
I truly fear this kid will end up in juvie.
You may have heard about the mom who had her friend in the sheriff’s department pretend to arrest her five-year-old because he was lighting fires. The neighbor was shocked, but I wonder what the neighbor would have thought if the house had gone up in flames. My guess? Everyone would have been aghast that the mom hadn’t found a way to stop her kid from starting fires.
Really, to my mind, there is only one question: where can I get a friend in the sheriff’s department?