I cannot be the only one....whose child is incapable of completing any task without a healthy dose of goofball antics. My attempts to teach Sonny Boy how to judge when fooling around is okay and when it is not, has only landed him in and out of time-out (over and over again, to the point he is about to wear out the kitchen timer). To help illustrate my level of frustration at the goofing off that is plaguing my once peaceful existence, I offer you these three examples:
1. Running late for school: I implore Sonny Boy to please put on his very easy velcro shoes, which he starts to do, until he decides to put his shoes on his hands and chase after the dog.
2. Dinner time: I beg Sonny Boy to please take a bite of food between his incessant talk concerning the latest episode of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, instead he uses his fork as a sword and his spoon as a mac and cheese catapult.
3. Bedtime: I plead with Sonny Boy to please stop making faces at himself in the mirror and pay better attention to brushing his teeth, after which he uses the potty inspiring a ten minute comedy set on all things potty related (I'll save you the details, as I am sure you've heard them many a time in your own home).
To read about the rest of my frustration with my goofball, please visit my blog here: I Cannot Be The Only One...