when I married, I became the instant stepfather of a 13 year old girl whod write magnetic hate poetry on the fridge for me.
"not my father. must die. now."
=)
kids r so cute.
anyway... when I married I quickly thought that my new wife was psycho.
shed go nookleear cause the girl would leave a popsickle stick on the floor.
hell... I'm a dumb guy. I Could Do That. I Do That.
but I didn't get the Last Straw concept.
I didn't know that it wasn't that there was a popsickle stick on the floor... it was the seventeen other things that preceded the popsickle stick that tossed my wife over the edge.
within a year, I was the crazy one. Asking my wife "why dont you ground her arse for a year?!? she huffed at you and rolled her eyes! there was rolling and huffing! hit her with a tranquilizer dart and tag her ankle so we can track her!"
or something like that...
focus.
focus...
back on track...
so... one of the great things you can do to teens is apparently take away privelidges. And after some smart talk and noise we grounded the girl from the computer for a week.
it was ugly.
BUT... the best part was this... to ensure the grounding we disconnected the power cable to her computer and then threw it in her room. She literally stepped over it every day for a week.
then, when the grounding was over we told her where it was.
I swear she blew an O ring.
It
Was
Beautiful
is that wrong? Don't care.