Many days I struggle with how much to allow my boys to play video games. They love tablets, the Xbox, and time on the computer. They would play all day every day if no one ever told them to stop.
Yesterday morning, the youngest had a bit of an attitude crying fit major meltdown over something ridiculous. As a consequence, he lost his tech time for the day. This is typically the thing that hits home the hardest with him, but he frequently surprises me at how well he handles it.
What did he choose to do with all of his 'spare time'? Sit quietly and play Legos? Read a book? Play football with his brother?
Nope, nope, and nope.
He built forts.
All over the house.
With trip lines.
All over the house.
He became a sniper.
And I quote, "Sometimes when you are a sniper, you have to lay really still and have a lot of patience in order to get the bad guy."
That lasted for all of four seconds because laying really still would actually require patience. He decided it would be more exciting to shoot - with nerf bullets and a homemade shooter (see it hiding in the blankets?) - anything and everything just for the fun of it. If his brother walked into the room, that was just a bonus.
He had so much fun. So much fun, in fact, I am positive he learned nothing from his consequence.
I learned something, though. Forts and trip lines equal mess and clutter at every turn. BIG messes and lots of clutter.
Late in the evening, another discipline situation began to occur in which my dear husband threatened to take all his technology away for another day.
It took everything in me not to shout, "NOOOoooooooo!!"
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