312. Discipline Is Not For Wimps

Last night, a crime was committed. Details follow:

• Who: alleged perpetrator—my 4-year-old son Short
• What: talking back, kicking, not cooperating, yelling, slamming toys around
• Where: his bedroom
• When: yesterday evening, approximately 7:20 PM while he was supposed to be getting ready for bed
• How: the victim (Short’s father) was repeatedly kicked in the shins (evidence is exhibit A: large bruise)
• Why: because that’s what preschoolers do

Punishment: the case has not gone to trial, but instead was settled out of court by a panel of judges (me and The Husband). It was unanimously decided that the accused’s new toy Hot Wheels monster truck from Target (cost: $3), would be thrown in the trash.

Result: crying, tantrum, and meltdown ensued. The panel stayed firm in their irrevocable decision.  Notable quote:  Panel members labeled "dum-dum poopy-heads" by the convicted, which is the equivalent of being cussed out by a 4-year-old. 

Update: this morning, the convicted child remembered the incident and the resultant punishment. We got to re-live the tantrum all over again (fortunately, a condensed version). The Husband and I cringed as if bracing for a storm, and we somehow got through it intact.

Final Conclusion: This parenting stuff is not easy.

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