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So lately Slice has been telling me abut his parenting plans.
Every time a child acts out in our presence (mostly when they disobey, talk back or throw tantrums), he tells me “Our kids won’t do that. Our kids are going to be AFRAID of me. They will be glad when I leave the house.”
He is ridiculous, yes, I tell him at least once a day.
We’ve had many a discussion about our parenting philosophies, most of which end up with me laughing at Slice, because he thinks he will be an iron fist. Whatever.
But a couple weeks ago as I recorded papers for an English teacher, I found myself fantasizing about policies I would enforce:
"If your FULL NAME is not on your assignment, you will NOT be getting a GRADE. We are in HIGH SCHOOL, people. Not kindergarten."
"Cell phones will not be tolerated. If you think you can't live without it - TRY ME."
"Seven pages is nothing, you pansies. Try twenty-five."
"You all know what PERFORATION is, right? Most notebook paper is now perforated so you can turn in a nice, neat, lined paper. If you rip it out, I will be throwing it away."
(I really hate those messy edges.)
"Do not even think about swearing in front of me."
Iron fist, you know?
Too bad that would never really happen ... I'm too much of a push-over.
(Don't I know it.)