Showing posts with label discipline. Show all posts
Showing posts with label discipline. Show all posts

Saturday, November 06, 2010

Great Brat Gift


Do you have a friend or family member that DOESN'T discipline their kid?

Well send them a hint.

Send them a Personalized Time Out Mat with the brat's name emblazoned on it!

Remember, gift should never be what the recipients (or their parents) want...

No, always give what YOU THINK THEY NEED!

Monday, April 19, 2010

Punishing My Kids

I just screamed at my kids for the extra-curricular smut I caught them with on my PC.

I took a screenshot of the *game* so y'all can appreciate my anger:



There's no computer for either of them for the rest of the day!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

The Disease Of Extreme Outsourcing



The other day I was waxing on parental discipline:

I'm really big on *listening*. If I tell the Prince or the Princess to do something and they defy me....there are going to be serious consequences. I was at a park today with someone who threatened their brat with *leaving* no less than 25 times. With such a spotty record on *follow through*, would he or would he not have to be an absolute Moron to take anything his mother ever said seriously?

Okay. Let's just say this child who routinely gets 25 chances from *mom*....let's just say that he happens to be the most disrespectful, by far, 5 year old brat that I personally know. He's belligerent with every single person he comes into contact with. He hits reflexively; talks back; he even goes out of his way to antagonize others. He'll think nothing of coming right up to me, an extra-familial adult, and smacking me on the arm or mouthing off.

His *dad* is a ghost and his *mom* is a certifiable wimp.

I do realize that some kids can be innately more difficult than others (I was!). And I do realize that not every parent has it in them to enforce manners and discipline. But still, this kid is so bad that he (and his mother) are already being ostracized by their peers - it's going to be a LONG 12 years in government school! And unfortunately, *mom* has decided, instead of digesting the empiricism of her rotten son, to lash out and become defensive. Who could possibly think themselves a bad horrible parent, right?

Nonetheless, she is. It's so bad that I have contemplated doing an *intervention*. Who cares if I piss her off and lose a friend if it has a slight chance of mitigating this *child abuse*, right?

I was jawboning my *intervention* idea to another parent, actually a community center employee, the other day who informed me of the following lunacy:

OtherParent - Well, she's trying real hard to get him (brat) into a behavioral disorder program at school.

CaptiousNut - WHAT???!!!

OtherParent - She says she's tried *time outs* and everything but they don't work...

Can you freakin' believe this?

It's bad enough that parents outsource the intellectual development of their children to government agents...

But this clueless *mom* is consciously and deliberately trying to outsource basic discipline!

A mother like this would never so eagerly defer her responsibilities to the government in 1950 - I don't think so anyway.

See also - Complete Book Review - Hold On To Your Kids.

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

On Parental Discipline



I run a tight ship here in the C-Nut household. I'm sure they're out there, but I've yet to meet a stricter parent.

First, the basics. In general, women do not discipline kids. Furthermore, wealthy people, especially the *moms*, who get married later in life, are even less disposed to *saying NO*, *spanking*, and following through on *threats*. Individual kids learn this....long before the alphabet!

Out at the park, the library, and in my social circles I see some serious brats - corrigible brats born purely of negligent parents.

But whatever. These little miscreants aren't my problem. People have different life circumstances - *dad* might be a traveling ghost, there could be health issues, e.g. I know a particularly lax *mom* who survived cancer, maybe a soft *dad* is over-reacting to his own tyrannical parentage, etc. - who am I to judge?

So I'll just talk about what I do.

As kids age, they are continually forging new territory, continually pushing boundaries. At some point early on they riddle - what happens if I DON'T do what *mom* or *dad* said? Later - what if I don't tell them the truth? What if I borrow the car without asking? Etc.

All this is completely natural - but that doesn't mean it's to be tolerated.

As my kids ramp up their *exploratory conduct*, as a responsible parent I too ramp up the punishment.

Before it was *up in your room for five minutes* - you know, the room with a color TV and 6 million toys.

But now I make them sit on the cold floor of a darkened bathroom for 20 minutes when they cross me. And I expect it one day soon to be an *hour*.

I don't permit my kids to sit next to each other when they eat - too much goofing around. And now, I often ban them completely from *talking* at the table. One usually riles the other up....mayhem invariably results in 3 seconds flat. Making individualized made-to-order meals is stressful enough for a parent - I don't need to be suffering through the ordeal amidst a screaming, teasing, fighting backdrop of starving brats.

Furthermore, I don't even allow *crying*. Some of these little buggers whine and cry their faces off - but not mine. If I hear a peep out of them that's not justified by a genuine physical incident....then I give them a physical incident to cry over!

It's absolutely amazing how much more my kids b1tch and moan to my wife than they do when I'm watching them. Essentially, it amounts to an unhealthy, *two different sets of rules*. My wife bleats what most in her position bleat, "I don't want to come home from work and have to punish..." (Except she's the same on weekends!)

I'm really big on *listening*. If I tell the Prince or the Princess to do something and they defy me....there are going to be serious consequences. I was at a park today with someone who threatened their brat with *leaving* no less than 25 times. With such a spotty record on *follow through*, would he or would he not have to be an absolute Moron to take anything his mother ever said seriously?

The two things I'm craziest about are *slamming doors* (our nephew lost a pinky horsing around with doors) and behavior in the vicinity of *cars*. I don't sometimes allow my kids to run across the parking lot as less psychotic parents might - I'm strict as $hit on this. I have a well-defined procedure on how they are supposed to act getting in, getting out, or around vehicles. Any (and there are few now) deviations are dealt with most harshly.

My kids are not to interrupt. They have to say please and thank-you or they get flicked. When Mom comes home they have to settle down and greet her with *Mom, how was your day?*.

When I tell them they have to go upstairs and put their pajamas on, or get dressed in the morning - it's not optional. I go over and set the timer for 2 minutes. And I'll also utilize the timer for *math questions* or *finishing dinner*. There'll be no dessert or no park or whatever if the timer goes off before they are done.

I could write a whole lot more here on specifics but time doesn't permit.

How's it all working out?

Well, my son is generally an angel. He's old enough (5.27 years old) to understand my unblinking authority and consequences. His willful sister on the other hand....she's still a work in progress - but she's still young (only turning 4 in June).

I'm definitely an admitted lunatic on some trivial matters. Will my kids grow to resent me for the rest of their lives? After all, I know some *hard* parents whose adult children hate their guts. That's a potential fate that will scare any loving, self-sacrificing parent to death. But I'm doing the best I can here; I'm doing what I deem best for the *long run* of their lives. Plus I also happen to think that a lot of discipline early on can be built upon and recovered from. While I don't think the opposite is true at all. Some of these running-wild kids will at least lose years of their productive lives due to the child abuse of *time-outs* and *low expectations*.

The sad thing is, and this isn't merely the delusion of an avowed autocrat, the sad thing is that children genuinely respect rules and discipline, and the enforcing adults.



(For this well-to-do enclave on the South Shore anyway, parents really need to start smacking/spanking their kids. In my experience, ALMOST NONE OF THEM DO. Can you imagine? Could our ancestors imagine such an absurdity?)

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Kids, Flick Em



In the past 1.33 years of homeschooling Prince C-Nut, I can't tell you how many hours I've sat next to him at the kitchen table with his Kumon workbooks; and I can't tell you how many times he's sneezed all over my arm, face, or other parts of my person! It was frustrating enough when the four year-old couldn't remember to carry, borrow, of what 13x29 was - and it was usually at these very low points that he would fire nasal poop on me.

He soon enough conquered the basics of arithmetic, but remembering to cover his mouth BEFORE a 100 mph sneeze....that remained problematic for quite some time.

Exasperated, I decided that whenever he forgot to cover his mouth, I'd FLICK him but good on the head, with my middle finger. I'd slap him around like Biff did with George McFly!

Guess what, it worked fabulously!

But you have to be on top of it. Even if he was across the room, or outside by his lonesome, every time I witnessed an uncovered cough or sneeze I'd go barreling over there to deliver his reminder. I've got him so on his toes now that when he does cover his mouth, just for kicks, I lunge in his direction - and he puts his arm over his head and yells back, "I COVERED. I COVERED. I COVERED"

That's not cruel because he needs the *blocking* practice for karate anyway.

So it's on to the next lesson.

I am so sick and tired of telling my kids to say *please*...

...That I've decided to henceforth flick them whenever they forget.

I admit I am a bit of a Nazi with *please* and *thank you*. I make ALL KIDS, of strangers, of friends, et al, use proper manners when asking me for something. I don't well care if their parents are right there, if their parents have a religious aversion to manners, or what. The fact is, I'm not getting anything for anyone, or doing anything for anyone without being asked politely. Recently at my son's birthday party, some 5 year old snot told me, "Get me a juice box."

Can you imagine? How hard would that kid have gotten smacked 50 or 100 years ago? What right-minded parent would raise children like that?

Mr. Manners did go overboard once, at a restaurant in Boston this summer.

My wife asked the waitress for another Kettle One and tonic and forgot the magic word.

"HOW DO YOU ASK?", I scolded her at a dinner table seating 25 acquaintances.

In hindsight, I most probably shouldn't have corrected Mrs. C-Nut in that manner.

From now on, she'll get flicked in the head like everyone else!

For more on *flicking* - click here.

And for you young'uns and future readers, George McFly is from an epic 80s flick - Back To The Future.

And for West Coast Tom, I'll link to Huey Lewis singing the theme.

I admit, I just watched that video clip three times. The Eighties were by no means a crazy decade but I submit that most who didn't live through them will have a very hard time comprehending the cheesy entertainment and fashion which prevailed.

And it was so much easier to live under the ominous threats of nuclear armageddon and acid rain that it is today to suffer through *climate change*, fully nationalized healthcare, and the collapse of our currency.