Two nights ago I was hanging Isaak's clothes in his closet. I noticed that his night stand had pencil drawn on it.
He's gotten in trouble with drawing on things before. We've cleaned up crayon and Sharpie on the floor. Thank goodness we don't have carpet! Then he's drawn on little spots; like on the walls with pencil.
I said, "What's this Isaak?" pointing at the scribbles of pencil on the night stand. He said all timid like, "I did that." Daddy chimed in and said, "What did you do?" Isaak pointed to his scribble markings.
Daddy said, "Isaak I've had enough of this. You keep doing this! I'm going to call the police."
Isaak started crying like his life was ending and said, "No police!"
Daddy fake called. Then he said, "They told me they are going to let it go this time. They want you to clean it up." Daddy handed Isaak an eraser. He proceeded to erase it off. Then he had Isaak show him any other spots around the house he drew on; to clean up.
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Could you imagine if police officers wrote out tickets to kids for writing on the walls with pencils and crayons? Source |
I know this is a common thing that some kids do. I still wonder why they do it? Mica didn't draw on anything that I remember, but he did go to preschool one day and just decided to cut a hole in his brand new shirt. We're talking a gigantic hole.
I could see if we didn't have creative outlets for our boys. The truth is, is we do. We have an easel, we have paper and coloring books. We also have different colors of Paly-doh Isaak can play with. Again we have wood floors, so Play-doh getting in the carpet isn't a concern. We've reminded Isaak that pencils, crayons and markers belong on paper I don't know how many times.
I don't know if fake calling the police was the best way to handle this situation. It sure did put the panic in Isaak though. Hopefully he won't do it again.
Daddy got the idea of calling the cops from Grandma Apel. He had a little lying problem when he was a kid. One day Daddy and Aunt Laura
mostly Daddy decided it would be a great idea to call and check on Michael Jackson, who got burned in the Pepsi commercial. They did a lot of long distance calls that day to hospitals. When the phone bill came in they both wouldn't fess up. Grandma Apel got them in the car to take them to the police station to take a lie detector test. Daddy panicked and told the truth. I don't know what she would have done if they wouldn't of came forward.