Today, when I picked Logan up from school, we waited a looooong time for him to be let out by his teacher. She talked to him for a while, and I knew something was up. She said he didn’t listen well today, and constantly visited with his friends. I promised we’d work with him to remember to listen better. Then, Logan wanted to stay and play with his friend at school instead going to pick up Daddy. He yelled and said he wasn’t coming, and then launched a high-pitched scream when I started counting to three. Meanwhile, I was holding both a half-asleep Daphne and a wailing Dylan with a fresh road rash on his forehead.
Back in the car, we discussed his punishment. After I explained why he was being punished and then offered a chance to redeem himself by behaving well and listening well all the next day, I asked Logan to tell me what he understood our agreement to be.
“What’s that, honey?”
(Barely audible) “I think I’d feel better if you just stopped talking.”