Paul and the children are watching a Japanese cartoon in which the child characters put a (presumably empty) gun to their heads and fire it, FOR LUCK. This is NOT TRANSLATING WELL FOR ME.
The children were using spritz bottles out in the yard to play a Star Wars game. William said he was "Lukewarm Skywater."
Rob's room is starting to smell seriously revolting. I'd expected the "hamster cage" smell I'd heard others mention about boy rooms, so I recognized that stage when it arrived---but now we are entering a new level of "Oh, MAN. Whooof!" *Febreze everywhere*
When he was on the trip with Paul and William, I thought I'd do some cleaning in his room and see if I could improve things. Here is what I learned: he is now too old for me to do cleaning in his room, and/or I need to buy him a lockbox and say "PUT IN HERE EVERYTHING YOU DON'T WANT ME TO SEE." Because I was NOT SNOOPING, I was not trying to snoop AT ALL, but I am in possession of information I would rather not have.
This was a very good lesson for me, and I hope it sticks. Because I have snoopish INCLINATIONS. And yet I KNOW how important it was to me to know I could believe my mother when she said she would never, never snoop. She said I could leave my diary open on the table and she would not read it, and I completely believed it. (I think there might have had some sort of addendum about how if she felt she needed to snoop for my own safety, she would tell me she was going to do it, and tell me WHY, and then do it while I was there in the room---something like that. But then, that's not really SNOOPING anymore anyway.)
And my parents wouldn't allow my brother to snoop either, and made it clear to both of us that it would be considered a very serious offense with significant punishments, and my dad put a lock on my door when I felt uneasy about people maybe barging in by accident, and all of this was very, Very, VERY important to me as a teenager, and I would LIKE to give my kids the same assurances. I think it's RIGHT.
But...I also feel very CURIOUS! And so far in my first year (OF FIFTEEN) of parenting teenagers, I have not found teenagers as dishy as I would have hoped, which increases the temptation to find out by other means. So. I hope very much that this unintentional snoop with unwanted consequences will teach me firmly that I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...