Being modern parents, we employ the ‘time out’ method of discipline. A lot. Occasionally, I even manage to send my lovely bundles of joy to the Naughty Step without screaming at them like the proverbial fishwife. Lately I’ve been questioning whether the time out message is really being received.
S is in that joyous stage where she has become bossy and demanding, and throws hugely dramatic fits when she doesn’t get her way. I swear, I don’t know where she gets it from because I am calm and serene at all times. We hear, “Let me do what I want to do!” quite a bit. When we don’t let her do what she wants, she sends us to time out. Apparently, not turning on Tinkerbell, and ripping toys out of your sister’s hands are equally grave offenses.
The other day, when I would not turn on the television for S so she could watch Tinkerbell, this is how she responded:
“You are not a mean mommy. You are a nice mommy. You need to turn on Tinkerbell. Don’t be naughty.”
“S, I’m not turning on the TV before school. We don’t watch TV before school.”
“YOU NEED TO GO IN TIME OUT!!”