It’s pre-bedtime, and Zechariah has decided it is time to act like Ghost Rider. Whipping his shirt-now-turned-flaming chain around above his head, he slams it on the ground an yells, “Hell Fire!” Well, that doesn’t sit too well with mom, so she tells him to stop saying that. What follows next? A shirt-spin, floor slam, and a foreboding, “Hell Fire!” Well, that wasn’t a kid merely forgetting that he had been told to stop, he just out right disregarded his mom. So I calmly called him over, let him know that he had disobeyed his mom, and disciplined him. Afterwards, I pulled him close and placed him in my lap as I was explaining to him that no one is angry with him. But he made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want to be near me. He stiffened every muscle he had and pulled away from me. I hugged him and let him go brush his teeth.
Read the rest of this entry »