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One-Liner Wednesday – Torture (without pain)

Last week I walked around the block with Alex, half of it with a leaf stuck to my shoe. He wanted me to take it off–he insisted I take it off–he needed me to take it off, but I told him I wanted to keep it until I got home. It was my autumn decoration.

What is life if you can’t torture your kids?

Photo: A dead leaf stuck to my shoe.


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185. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

Sunday, March 4th, 1:00pm
Oliver (and Zoey)

 

Oliver sits at the window. Zoey takes the seat beside him.

Oliver: Forty-three, forty-four, forty-five.

The bus stops at a traffic light and Oliver stops counting.

Oliver: (to Zoey) I’m counting street lights.

Zoey: Oh.

Oliver: (as the bus starts again) Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two.

The bus stops to pick up a passenger and Oliver stops counting.

Zoey: Why are you counting street lights?

Oliver: Because I have to go back the other way when it’s dark, and I need to know when to get off.

Zoey: What if one of the street lights is out?

Oliver stares at her.

Zoey: You might not see it.

The bus starts up again.

Oliver: (panicked) Where was I? Quick!

Zoey: You counted fifty-two.

Oliver: Fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five …

 

Next stop: Monday, March 5th, 6:00pm

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A Difficult Day

It’s been a particularly tough day with my son, Alex today. For those of you who aren’t familiar with him, he’s a Deaf, four foot tall, cute as a button thirteen year old who has somehow managed to combine adolescence with the terrible twos. He has scabs on both knees from a fall he took last week. They were both healing nicely but …

Alex can’t leave a scab alone. It doesn’t matter if he opens it up again, he’ll just keep picking and picking until it gets infected and I have no idea what to do. Today I tried the following:

1. Telling him “no.”

2. Taking away his laptop and turning off the tv.

3. Putting him in his room.

4. Saying please (trying to reason with him).

5. Putting a bandage on it. (He took it off.)

6. Restraining him.

7. Ignoring him.

8. Putting a cloth damp with rubbing alcohol on the cuts (which by that time were oozing pus).

9. Threatening to put MORE alcohol on if he didn’t stop touching it (in the end he held the alcohol-soaked cloth on it himself).

And what, of all this worked eventually? Ignoring him. For a limited amount of time.

This has been my day from the moment I woke up to the moment he finally went to sleep after whining that his knees hurt for about an hour from the time he went to bed.

Any suggestions? Because I’m looking forward to the same thing tomorrow and every day until he goes to his dad’s on Monday… and at this rate every other day ’til Christmas, if it’s healed by then.

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