Last night for our weekly family night, we decided to finally crack down and pen some “House Rules” to pin on the fridge. With us all sitting down around the coffee table we were ready to begin.
Bryan said, “Okay, we’re all going to make a rule, how does that sound?”
“Great”, said Ian.
“Okay, I’ll go first”, ventured Daddy, and I saw him paused for a few seconds longer than anticipated.
“No shouting”, I offered, through gritted teeth.
“How about…no shouting, Ian?!”
“Yeah!”
“Okay, Mummy’s next. What’s your rule Mummy?”
“Share toys and tidy up”, I ventured – ever the optimist.
“That’s a good one too. What’s your rule for the house, Ian?”
He bowed his head a little and rested his finger on his mouth, obviously deep in though. After a moment, he lifted his head and had a twinkle in his eyes.
“I know!” he blurted out, “no more naughty place!”
Clever. Sadly, it didn’t make the list.
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