In my house, 90% of all arguments start with a “Can I?” followed up with a “No.”
Then CRACK! We’re off to the shouting matches.
Here’s a recent shout-a-thon.
“Can I have a PS5?”
“No.”
“But why can’t I have a PS5?? Alex has one! And so does Miles!”
“But you are not going to have one. You don’t need one!”
“But they have Star Front Battle Wars! I love that game!”
“I said NO!”
“But I WANT it! And I am GOING to get it!”
“You. Are. Not! Now, you listen to me, young man! There is no way, on this green earth, that I am going to buy you a PS5!!”
“YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!”
“GAAAAHHHHH!!!!”
Did all that shouting solve anything? Nope. Am I proud of myself? Not in the slightest. In fact, as soon as I calm down, I feel awful. I shouted at my child! I’m not even sure why. I must be the worst parent ever!
Sound familiar?
I’ll let you in on a little secret …