Ball and Socket Joints

I get a couple of parenting magazines in the mail, and I feel compelled to read every word. There’s something about reading them that makes me feel like I’ll be less likely to screw up my kid. They are a bit over dramatic. I mean, is my kid really going to be working a drive-through at McDonald’s the rest of his life if I don’t read him a book every night? Unlikely. Some of the things they say do make quite a bit of sense, though. For instance, one issue said that you shouldn’t take your medications in front of your child because,  by observing you, the child will be more likely to sneak in and take the medications themselves. Jim-Jim proved his ability to observe and replicate not-so-desirable behavior this week. He follows me into the bathroom and hangs out as I do my business, and he has watched me unroll toilet paper for a few days. Now he wants to do it himself. The toilet paper ends up in a fluffy, white pile on the bathroom floor. I thought I’d trick the boy and turn the toilet paper around to prevent it from piling up on the floor when he spins the roll. That’s what you do when you have a cat that does the same thing, right? Stinkin’ ball and socket joints and brain larger than the size of a pea, it didn’t work on Jim-Jim like it does for a cat! It only took one revolution around the toilet paper holder for Jim-Jim to realize he has to spin the toilet paper in the opposite direction to create a fluffy, white pile on the bathroom  floor.

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