Thursday, January 04, 2007

Impulse Control

J has cut his hair twice since June. The same spot. He also has had Z cut it once in a different spot because he knew he'd get in trouble if he did it. These 3 episodes of hair-cutting have happened in the school room.

J has been banned from scissors for quite awhile now. He's not even supposed to look at them.

So today, the other boys were cutting up paper in the living room and J asked for scissors. He promised me he wouldn't cut his hair. He promised me he wouldn't even think about cutting his hair.

I gave him his scissors, and true to his word he didn't cut his hair.

It came time to clean up and I told the boys to go put their scissors away in the school room.

J looked at me, with those big blue eyes, and said "I don't think I should put mine away, Mommy. Once I get in that room I might cut my hair".

As Cr least he knows his limitations.

1 comment:

andie said...

Oh, that's funny.

I just made your chewy granola bars - they smell great, no one is awake yet to try them, though. Figures, if I'd had nothing made they'd have been up at 5 claiming imminent starvation.

Have a great week!