Recently my wife took our eldest son’s Nintendo 2DS with her to keep our youngest son occupied while she was at an appointment. Although she returned the 2DS console to his bedroom, she left the charger in her handbag. Starting on the Friday of that week and on through that last weekend in August, my wife was attending a conference for work and, as you might expect, she took her handbag, 2DS charger and all with her.
By the Saturday morning, the console’s battery had run out of charge much to the disappointment of our son. He really wanted to play it.
Knowing that his mother took the console without his permission – I know what you’re thinking; there’s no reason why she, as a parent (noun) can’t borrow her child’s possession – he really got angry with her telling me that I should tell her that she shouldn’t touch his stuff. I took the opportunity to parent (verb) him and tell him why that’s not the attitude to have.
I mean, forget about all those things that she might own, like her mobile phone, her car, her laptop, etc that he wants to use, or be taken places in (that’s the car, of course) and that he often uses these things without asking her (not the car though; he never borrows the car), but his mother has done a lot for him in his short life, as you would expect.
Notwithstanding that whole “respect your elders” and more so, “respect your parents” thing, there needs to be a mutual understanding that nothing is really ours exclusively in this household… not even Daddy’s guitar collection once the kids are big enough and careful enough to use them (I’ll regret saying that, I’m sure).
I was fairly sure that, with all the guilt trips I gave him over that morning, he understood why I wouldn’t be “putting Mummy in her place” (a term I’m using, not one he used) and let her know she was banned from using his console. Scratch that; I was more than fairly sure. I was, well, not 100% certain, but somewhere between 100% certain and fairly sure. Somewhat certain? Is that a thing?
Later that day I took the boys to watch our fifth GWS Giants home game for the season. It was a wonderful sunny and warm day, and on the last weekend of winter, it was a curtain raiser for the pending summer we’re going have have this year in Sydney where we’re expecting more record highs. We’re expecting, you know, the sort of weather we longed for as kids of the Seventies and Eighties where we’d run under a sprinkler, attack each other with two-bit water pistols (pre-Super Soaker days), or convince our neighbours with a backyard pool that they were definitely our best friend, so… “shall we go to your house and have a swim?”
That has been replaced by “crank up the A/C, I’m locked and loaded and ready to play my video games on a hot and lazy Sunday afternoon.
Although they took a while to get started, our team, the Giants ended up smacking the Blues with a score of 132 to 51. During the half-time break my son asked me to send a text message to Mummy who was still at the seminar. He wanted to find out what time she’s be home so he could get his charger out of her handbag. She came back with a reply saying that she’s be home at 8pm.
For both of our boys, 8pm is definitely the latest that we want them to be in bed, so he was disappointed that she wouldn’t be home until after he was asleep. He made me promise him that I would get the charger out of her handbag and charge his Nintendo DS so it would be ready for when he woke up. I said I would.
Although he seemed content knowing that I would do this for him, knowing how much he really wanted to play it, something tweeked in his tiny little brain, and as the score-line blew out in the third quarter, my son turned to me and said;
“Dad, can you take a video of me? I have a message I want you to send to Mummy.”
My first thought was “I’m not going to do this, I’m not going to encourage him to be disrespectful to his mother” which in a split second changed to “but I’m ever so intrigued to know what message he wants to send her.” And, I didn’t have the intent on sending it to her but I could have analysed his behaviour via this video to nip any bad behaviour in the bud.
During his rant he erroneously says 6pm, but this was one take. It is not scripted. I just pointed the camera his way and off he went.
Later that night when we were in bed about to shut off the lights and go to sleep, I brought it up. She was intrigued herself and wanted to watch it. As she sat up in bed with my phone in hand watching the video she wet herself laughing so hard. Well, not literally. I guess she’s not into idle threats from a 6yo.
And much to my surprise she suggested that I load it up to my Facebook page and share it because it’s just one of those videos that you watch and think “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.”
Take a look for yourself…
If your child had this message for you, what would you say? Leave your comment below, or click on this link and leave a message on my public Facebook page. And don’t forget to share the video from my page, or directly from here if you’re watching it on a device that allows you to share Facebook videos externally from Facebook.