by bill jane
It is hard to live with a child all alone.
|As I was cleaning the kitchen, my ten year old son started up his tantrum again, I went to him and told him what is wrong. he said his toy broke. I looked at it, and found out that is was just separated in half so I just put it back like a Lego. He became happy, smiling and giggling. ''Thomas remember to put away your toys,before we have dinner''. He responds in a high pitch voice.
"OK mom'' with a big grin on his face
The door rings, and I go to it. I look through the peep door, and there stands a man. I ask " Do you need something"
He answers " Well I'm the son of the owner of this building, and my father asked me to check the noise, your neighbor filed a complaint.
huh john '' Sorry, My ...... it won't happen again''
He responds'' Well if this happens again, we'll have to see what the problem is and see if we have to intervene. do you understand.''
'' Yes I understand, It won't happen again''
He finishes '' okay have a nice day ''
huh' thank goodness nothing happened