My boys have been having a hard time staying in bed for the last few weeks. We put them down and then hear the pitter-patter of ever-growing feet right above our heads for up to an hour afterward.
Last night, I pulled out the big guns. I told the little stinkers that if I heard them out of bed for anything besides going to the bathroom (and only that if absolutely necessary), I was going to have to call Santa.
Their eyes got big and Doug asked me how I know Santa's number and I told him that all parents know it. I could see Mike's head spinning with the ideas of what he could add to his list if he had the Big Man's direct line, and he asked "when do I get his number?"
I told him I would pass it on the day that he had a baby of his own. He looked at me like I was an idiot and reminded me that boys don't HAVE babies. Duh, Mom.
I corrected myself and told him that I'd give it to him the day his WIFE had a baby. That satisfied them both and they went right to bed. And stayed there.
This morning, Mike got himself up at 7:00, got dressed, practiced the piano, did his reading for school, and made his bed before I even came downstairs.
It's so awesome when the tricks my mom used on me work on my kids! I've been waiting for years to use that one. At least I didn't have to get the phone and pretend to dial a number like my mom did...
2 comments:
Isn't it great. That works on Payton too (he is petrified of being put on the naughty list). Cameron, however, laughs and runs away....of course, it is Cameron.
I think our Mom's just called each other.
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