If there's one thing that the MIM and I are anal about, it's lying. And a couple of weeks ago, when our EO lied, the MIM nearly burst a blood vessel. After the initial yelling, the time-out and 'sentencing' (no TV for 24 hours), we sat him down and explained to him why lying was bad. We told him to trust us and treat us like his friends and blah and blah and more blah.
It obviously didn't work because yesterday he lied again.
I just looked at him in shock. When he realised that he'd been caught, he started crying; big fat tears of, not remorse, but fear, falling thick and fast down his cheeks. Since the slap, time-out and no-TV diktat obviously didn't work last time, I decided to go emo. I used the time-honoured, never-failed, mommy-weapon -- emotional blackmail (geez, I am so becoming my mom, it's not even scary anymore!!)
I stared at the EO, looking terribly pained and let forth phrases like "How could you lie to me? Me?!? Your mamma?!?" and "Do you know what you've done??? You've broken my heart. Mamma's heart is broken..." complete with heart on my hand.
After the rainfall, I let the sun in. The incident over, the apology accepted, we carried on with the rest of our evening. He was getting ready for bed and I was looking through the post when he suddenly comes and grabs my arm and says, "Is this your left side?"
"Mmmhmm", I say without even looking up.
My gorgeous son then stands on tip-toe, puts his ear to somewhere below my left boob and says, "I'm just checking to see if your heart is still breaked or not..."
And if that wasn't enough, what's the first thing he asked me when I went to his room in the morning? Sigh..."Mamma, is your heart fixed now?"
I hope they read this blog of mine before sending me to Mommy Hell...
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