When I arrived home from work the other day, I found the boy, wrapped in a blanket lying on the floor looking quite distressed. “What’s with you?” I asked but was not answered. I noticed the doll busy folding laundry and wondered why they boy was so blah. “Bay what’s up? What did you do today?” Not looking up, but talking to me with a stern voice he replied, “I mowed the lawns today!” ‘You did? On your own?” I asked almost giddy that he came upon this appalling idea on his own. “No dad and I cranked it out together”. “Ah, well, good job anyway” I replied. “The thing is mother…” Oh no! I’ve been hit with “mother” I thought. “I had to do this extremely boring work without the benefit of listening to music to take my mind off the chore”. He lectured. “Sorry bay for your luck…” I said and exited the room.
Later while his father and I were out walking he called looking for his device. “You know, you’re not being very democratic” He began, “You’re more of a dictator if you ask me.” “Bay, when did I ever say this was a democratic household? When you start earning and paying your own way and then contributing to the greater good, we’ll talk democracy, but until that time, you’re right, this is a dictatorship. In fact, if you really want a breakdown, your dad is the king, I’m the queen and you two are lowly servants. Lowly because you barely do anything…” I added. My husband looked at me and said, “Who are you kidding, you’re the queen and I’m a peon”. Smiling at him I said, “Well suit yourself” before turning my attention back to the boy. “Uh mom…” the boy stuttered into the receiver, “I’d like to get back to the reason I called. Can you tell me were you’ve hidden the iPod?” “Why?” I asked. “I’d like to begin my two-hour window.” He admitted. “See now aren’t you glad you didn’t have the iPod while you mowed the lawn?” “You’re not making sense mom” He readily tried. “Bay, I’m making perfect sense. See if you had the device while mowing the lawn, you wouldn’t have a two-hour window tonight to watch whatever it is you want to watch..” After a few grunts into the receiver, he asked “Could you please tell me where I can find the device, please?” “Well, since you asked so nicely…” I said and told him the location.
Two hours later I yelled into the living room, “Bay, time to turn over your device…” “Mom he’s not in here…” the doll offered. Getting up and checking in his room, I found him asleep, the device atop his dresser, unplugged. “Nice,” I said to the air while grabbing the device. “Goodnight Mama… he sleepily added as I exited the room, bringing a smile to my face. Finally–or so it seems, he’s following the rules.