Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
azurelunatic) wrote2003-09-27 08:06 am
azurelunatic) wrote2003-09-27 08:06 am
Hoo boy. Let's hear it for circular logic!
I wake up to the sound of immature howling. I tie a sheet about my waist (this was the night for sleeping in a T-shirt) and stalk out in the living room to find the Little Fayoumis howling on the couch, in that "I'm not getting my eyes gouged out physically, but somebody sure did it for me emotionally, and I'm feeling terribly sorry for myself" way.
"What in the world is going on?" I asked him.
"Mommy says I can't play video games if I'm going to cry about it!" he told me, and proceeded to bawl some more.
Let's hear it for circular logic!
I pointed out gently that, "You do realize that I had been asleep, and you woke me up." Nod nod. "And I heard you crying, and I thought that maybe you were hurt." Nod nod. "Or bleeding. Or something." Nod nod.
"Furthermore, I notice that last night,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marxdarx told you to put your racecars away. And you got them out again and were playing with them after he told you to put them away and not play with them anymore. And you left them out. So, please put them away now."
We dismantled the track, and I have the bin in my room now. He is grounded from them!
...it turns out, of course, that he was told that he may not play video games without the active and current permission ofmarxdarx, which he tried this morning, and got majorly called on it. He's been so generally good lately that when he runs bang up against a rule and breaks it that it hurts like holy fuck-all.
"What in the world is going on?" I asked him.
"Mommy says I can't play video games if I'm going to cry about it!" he told me, and proceeded to bawl some more.
Let's hear it for circular logic!
I pointed out gently that, "You do realize that I had been asleep, and you woke me up." Nod nod. "And I heard you crying, and I thought that maybe you were hurt." Nod nod. "Or bleeding. Or something." Nod nod.
"Furthermore, I notice that last night,
marxdarx told you to put your racecars away. And you got them out again and were playing with them after he told you to put them away and not play with them anymore. And you left them out. So, please put them away now." We dismantled the track, and I have the bin in my room now. He is grounded from them!
...it turns out, of course, that he was told that he may not play video games without the active and current permission of
marxdarx, which he tried this morning, and got majorly called on it. He's been so generally good lately that when he runs bang up against a rule and breaks it that it hurts like holy fuck-all.