Update on Teenager Chemistry Drama: The kid who so sassily told me he didn’t need to study because he “felt smart” about chemistry was not, in fact, in any way “smart” about chemistry. The exam did not go well. At all. And I have received zero sass since. I have also done very little talking to him. I’m so mad I could create nails and then spit them. I don’t know why that’s a saying, but the idea of actually spitting nails at someone is somewhat satisfying. So. Yeah. I haven’t said any of the things I want to say, but I will save it for a future incident when I’m told he “feels smart” about something. I’m all about building up kid’s confidence but once hubris is displayed, I’m also all about helping them learn their place. We aren’t rich. You don’t get to act better than you are. ACT YOUR STATION, CHILD!
The Star of the Show:
The Poop Snake Saga – The child of a couple I know decided he did not want to use the toilet for certain bowel emptying activities. He prefers to go in his pants. He’s five, so it’s better than an adult randomly making that decision. But still. His parents remain unamused.
After visiting a local pet store that specializes in fish and reptiles, the rebel child decided he wanted a snake. The desperate parents struck up a bargain. Poop in the toilet X number of times in a row and a snake would be the prize. He had a sticker sheet with various components of the habitat. Poop 5 times in the toilet and a water bowl was yours! Poop another 5 times and that heat lamp joined the water bowl!
With this system, the toilet poop episodes did not have to be consecutive. Two toilet poops got two stickers. However, pooping in the pants did not remove a sticker or progress. It just postponed things. So, while this was an amusing project, there were doubts (my doubts, I had doubts, but I am also not a mother so my thoughts are not terribly useful for those who produce tiny humans).
Eventually, cookies were introduced into the equation. Toilet poops equaled poop cookies and a sticker on the sticker chart.
I have been listening to the story of the poop snake with great joy. I am an adolescent boy at heart, so stories of poop just amuse me. Add a snake in the mix and a cookie, I’m in heaven. Today I received the greatest gift of my entire existence. I got to listen in on the following conversation between Poopster and Papa Poopster.
“DADDY! I GOT THE LAST STICKER ON MY STICKER CHART!”
“Oh yeah buddy? Good job! What’s that mean?”
“I POOPED IN THE TOILET! IT WAS A NORMAL POOP, BUT SO BIG! I GET MY SNAKE NOW! AND I GOT A POOP COOKIE! GOING TO GET CEREAL AND WATCH A SHOW NOW. BYE!!!!”
If you have never heard a little voice exclaim about his normal poop and celebratory poop cookie you’re missing out. I swear this family needs their own television show. Honey Boo Boo couldn’t compete with that.
Also, why are teenagers not this funny? I might like them better if they were.