Jack Kaden

Jack has been throwing. And hitting. But mainly throwing.  We’ll look right at him and say, “Jack don’t throw that (cup, cracker, car, book)” And he’ll look at us, and his expression clearly says,

“You. You parent beings. What is this that you ask? Are you crazy? Why would I not want to throw this item?Throwing is FUN. SEE?!”

And then he’ll throw whatever he has holding…he’s actually got quite an arm.

So we’ve implemented a time-out system. He sits in the foyer by the bookshelf for exactly one minute.

The first 5 times or so he just sat in stunned silence. The second 5 times or so he tried to move out of his spot and we’d have to move him back. Now that he’s clear that he is being punished he has started screaming.  Big ole’ fake screams designed to curdle our blood.

I looked at Arch tonight and thought to myself,  wow, only about 15 more years of this.  Shit.