Telling children to behave is getting harder. I brought up my own children aeons ago. Getting children to listen is an art I have forgotten. M4 (grand daughter) brings the germs from school, and then sneeze everywhere. I have to constantly tell her to sneeze 🤧 in the crook of her arm. She forgets.
She gets 😠 when I say something. I had to remind her about the two angels sitting on her shoulders, who write everything she does. One records her good behavior, while the other bad. She went quiet 🤫, and listened. I will have to remember to repeat when she won’t listen.
Living with Son has its own advantages. He is never at 🏠. He doesn’t observe me all the time. With children around, one has to be careful. I wait till Nola has put them to bed before watching anything on 📺, but children have a knack of getting out of bed when it’s time to 💤. I was sitting at the dinning table, and watching Animal 🦒 🐘🐅🦓🦌 Planet on my iPad when one child 🧒 crept to my back. Soon there were three. One even wondered aloud,”How come Nano (that’s me) can watch tv, while we cannot “.
“Because I don’t have to go to school tomorrow “, I retorted.
TJ (grandson) was sighing over himself ,”When I grow up, I will watch tv all day”. I didn’t say anything, acknowledging to myself only that children don’t know how lucky they are. They don’t know how cumbersome it really is to become an adult.
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