Just when you think what more could happen, something else pops up in the wonderful world of parenting. Let me set the scene for you. The kids come home from school. We sit down to do homework and readers that need to be done for the night. My husband who isn’t confident in this area of parenting leaves it to me. So I have to give my time equally to each. Which at times can be hard, as Miss 9 need more reassurance then Mr 6, with him I can set him up and he will just do what needs to be done. When he is finished he goes off to play. Unaware to me he has taken one of the phone handsets out with him (not something I normally allow).
So I am busy with homework with Miss 9, and the phone rings. Hubby goes to answer the phone but calls out that they have hung up. Next thing I know Mr 6 walks in saying that someone wants our address and phone number and I don’t know who they are. So I take the phone off him and say Hello.
On the other end of the phone, the stern woman’s voices explains that she is from the Metropolitan Fire brigade and that a call has come through on ‘000’ emergency number (911), asking for the fire brigade. After putting 2 and 2 together it seems that Mr 6 has rang them. So I apologize greatly and say that there is no fire and no one needs to come out. While saying sorry with every second word I utter.
After getting off the phone from this woman, I turn to Mr 6 and ask why he did this. And apparently at school that day they had the “Life Ed” van come and talk about ‘000’ and what needs to be said IF in case of a emergency. Then I tell him to sit on the “naughty chair” for 6 minutes, when his time is up, he apologizes and we talk about when it is the right time to ring ‘000’.
Five minutes later a second call comes through and this time it is the local police station, they ask if there is a little boy who lives there, is he in danger and they are going to send a car out to see what the problem is. I then explain to the police what had happen and that there is no need to send anyone around. They take my details and all is sorted out. By this time I am furious at what this has turned into. So once again he goes and sits down in the ‘chair’.
Feeling that he needs to feel the full effect of this I explain to him that what he did was very naughty and try to explain why. But for some reason I just felt he didn’t quite get it. So I go and speak with hubby and we came up with a plan.
When his time was up off the chair, hubby took him down to the police station and made him apologise to them for making a call that wasn’t an emergency. Apparently he was panic-stricken by the whole thing; thinking they would take him to prison and that he would miss out on everything.
However Mr 6 did apologise and say sorry to them for wasting their time. They had a talk with him; telling him when to use the number and not to do it when ever. They gave him Blue Ribbons and stickers and other police trinkets and sent him on his way. Promising not to do this again unless mummy or daddy says he NEEDS too.
Oh what an afternoon. Maybe I over did it by making him apologise to the police, but talking with him, I just got the feeling he wasn’t getting the enormity of what he had done. Well at least he will have something to tell the therapist when he is older how mean I was.
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