Rule #1—LISTEN. Specifically to
Mommy and Daddy, but just in general. Listen. The implication being that if
you’re fucking up, it’s probably because in some way, shape or form, you need
to refer back to this rule.
Rule #2—BE NICE. Specifically, to
your sister. But also to Mommy, Daddy, kids at storytime, tiny spiders dangling
over your race track and beautiful foliage outside. Except dandelions; those
are weeds. This is the second big, blanket rule. Odds are if someone is crying,
it’s likely because someone else has broken Rule #2.
Rule #3—SHARE. That’s it, just
share.
It’s not exactly the ten
commandments, or the Bill of Rights. But it’s a start. Like Miranda, Bub has
been read his rights. He understands them. We went through a hands-on, interactive
training seminar, followed by a short multiple choice quiz afterwards. In fact,
he now knows them better than I do.
“Bub, we do not bonk your sister
with the tape measure. What’s Rule #1?”
“Listen.”
“Damnit, I meant what’s Rule #2?”
“Umm, be nice.”
“Yes, that’s the one. And what
happens when we break the rules?”
“We get a timeout.”
“That’s right.”
“Umm, what’s ‘damnit,’ Daddy?”
Damn you, Rule #1. You work a
little TOO well.
I’m sure at some point we’ll have
to amend these a bit, add some, like We Don’t Give Urban Goats Laffy Taffy. And
so on. But so far, so good, though I sense a sequel already in the making.
Spoiler alert! It’s We Don’t Interrupt Daddy Ever (But Especially When He’s Operating
Power Tools). It’s currently working its way through legislation, but it’s
expected to pass.
J and I have one house rule: Don't Be an Asshole.
ReplyDeleteThen, we can easily ask: "are you being an asshole?" And if the answer is yes, we can respond with, "Well, stop it."
Please note--this may only work with speech delayed 3-year-olds who are not yet able to get you in trouble with authoritative types that frown on the kind of vocabulary found in our home.