Ever heard the saying that goes, “Be careful what you wish
for (because it might come true)?” I have another one, directed mainly at
parents: Be careful what kind of threats you make (because your witty
offspring might call your bluff).
A few days ago, my wife went on a long shopping trip with
our kids—the daughters, who were looking for Easter dresses, shoes, and
swimsuits, and also boy wonder Caleb, who got dragged along for lack of anyone
to watch him in their absence. Apparently, it was torture for him. Several
hours into the ordeal, he was acting up a lot… complaining, dragging his feet,
plotting to murder everyone and burn down the mall… the usual stuff.
Momma got tired of his whining and thoughtlessly issued the
following warning: “If you don’t stop acting like this, I’m not bringing you
with us next time.”
Backfire!
His response was an immediate “Did I want to come with you?” I would have used something along the lines of “Can I get that in writing?” or just a flippant
“Promises, promises…” But his rhetorical question was effective enough. There
was not much momma could say at that point, or
so it would seem.
Momma’s been doing this a while, though, and she’s pretty
good. Make that very good. Within a few seconds, she’d come up with a perfect
threat to make Caleb straighten up. All she had to say was, “Maybe we should
pick out a suit for you.” That broke him, and his behavior improved right away.
As I type this, Caleb is undergoing what momma likes to call “marinating
the boy.” She runs a tub of warm water, throws him into it, and makes him soak
for 20 minutes to loosen up the crust of dirt and
we-probably-don’t-want-to-know-what-else that builds up on him at a remarkable
rate. Soon she’ll go in to scrub him down, trim his claws, wash his hair, and
then let him out of the tub, at which point the crust will immediately begin
forming again. I’m not sure how she gets him to stay in the bath for so long, but I imagine
she issues horrible threats, like putting a necktie on him if he gets out.
I used to hide in the middle of the clothing displays on those trips.
ReplyDeleteGot to the point where my mother would just leave me there til she was done, then say loudly how glad she was to not have to take such a difficult child home.
That would get me to show my face. Couldn't let her have that kind of peace!
So, you rejoined her to get back at her for declaring you a difficult child? Take that a little further, and you'd end up staying right by her side throughout the shopping trip... you know, just to really get under her skin.
ReplyDeleteI have a vague memory of a very young me screaming "my mother is a lesbian!!!" in a department store as she dragged me up an escalator.
DeleteI like to think she was torn between amusement and exasperation.
And I'd like to thank her for not thumping for using words I didn't understand at the time.
(I was 5 maybe.)
(Or 20...)