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The right way to channel parental anxiety
As Mr. Bill Cosby likes to say, "Those of you with children, you understand."
So, last night me and my child had to do a worksheet. Why me? Because if I leave my child without supervision, the worksheet won't be done by July. Again, those of you with children, you understand. Unless I sit over him (literally, because I sit on the desk) and repeat, approximately once half a minute, "Erase this and write it properly," and "GIT GOIN! Write!" nothing will get done.
Last night's worksheet involved talking about a book, and since my child now only (ok, mainly) reads Star Wars books, and Obi Wan figures in them a lot, I had me a Jedi on my mind. And to prevent me from strangling a minor, I started sketching. I only had a pen and scrap paper, so it's a VERY rough sketch, but I wanted to show it as an excuse to talk about how ARGH frustrating the oft-mentioned child is.
He writes "o" instead of "a", for example. I tell him, "Erase, it has to be "a"." He erases and writes "o" again. I tell him, "Duuuude, WHAT did I say?" He looks down, stares, staaaaaares, staaaaaaaares, goes, "AOOWWW, MAAAAAN!" and bangs his head on the desk.
I'm not kidding.
I say, "Just correct it!" He erases "o" and writes "b". I mentally go, "WTF?" but aloud I say, "DUDE!" He looks at me like a mouse looks at a more sadistic cat and does, "Whaaat..." I go, "Look at what you wrote." He looks and goes, "AOOOWWW, MAAAAAN!" I bark, "No banging head!" He looks at me like I'm not only especially sadistic, but also a pervert.
No, I understand, banging one's head on the desk must be an important part of homework process, but I draw a line at bodily harm.
And because he has to argue with me a lot, the bloody homework takes us about 3 times as long as it should. Then he freaks out that he doesn't have time to play... Dur.
The right way to channel parental anxiety
As Mr. Bill Cosby likes to say, "Those of you with children, you understand."
So, last night me and my child had to do a worksheet. Why me? Because if I leave my child without supervision, the worksheet won't be done by July. Again, those of you with children, you understand. Unless I sit over him (literally, because I sit on the desk) and repeat, approximately once half a minute, "Erase this and write it properly," and "GIT GOIN! Write!" nothing will get done.
Last night's worksheet involved talking about a book, and since my child now only (ok, mainly) reads Star Wars books, and Obi Wan figures in them a lot, I had me a Jedi on my mind. And to prevent me from strangling a minor, I started sketching. I only had a pen and scrap paper, so it's a VERY rough sketch, but I wanted to show it as an excuse to talk about how ARGH frustrating the oft-mentioned child is.
He writes "o" instead of "a", for example. I tell him, "Erase, it has to be "a"." He erases and writes "o" again. I tell him, "Duuuude, WHAT did I say?" He looks down, stares, staaaaaares, staaaaaaaares, goes, "AOOWWW, MAAAAAN!" and bangs his head on the desk.
I'm not kidding.
I say, "Just correct it!" He erases "o" and writes "b". I mentally go, "WTF?" but aloud I say, "DUDE!" He looks at me like a mouse looks at a more sadistic cat and does, "Whaaat..." I go, "Look at what you wrote." He looks and goes, "AOOOWWW, MAAAAAN!" I bark, "No banging head!" He looks at me like I'm not only especially sadistic, but also a pervert.
No, I understand, banging one's head on the desk must be an important part of homework process, but I draw a line at bodily harm.
And because he has to argue with me a lot, the bloody homework takes us about 3 times as long as it should. Then he freaks out that he doesn't have time to play... Dur.