Susie looked at Jake in disbelief, “But, why?”
Jake shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. The toes of his right shoe twisting a hole into the soft sand of the recess area. He looked away, embarrassed, unable to meet his friends gaze, and then looked back with a shy smile. “I don’t know, that’s just what she said.”
“Say it again.”
“My mom said, ‘Jake, from now on you are confined to quarters!'”
“And when did she say that?”
“We were at the pizza place on Main, and I had just spent my entire allowance in the arcade. She found out and went ballistic. We’re talking full on meltdown right there in the arcade, in front of all the other kids, she hauled me off to the table and wouldn’t let me leave my seat again until it was time to go.”
“But, she didn’t ground you?”
“Nope.”
“I…
Eccentric and Bent 
Thanks for the reblog.
I completely agree with the rule assessment. There were so many I didn’t understand (or like) and now that I’ve grown up I do see the sense to them, even if I still don’t like them. 😉 Though, I’m sure I’ll be instituting most of them exactly the same way for the little prince when his time comes. (He’s only 8 months right now, so he still has some time before rules start piling up.)
You’re most welcome.
I instituted the same general rules with subtle tweaks that my mom had for me. It has worked pretty well. (The main complaint I get is that I get older I become more lenient. My older 2 couldn’t date until 16. #3 started dating at 14. #4 has just turned 14 and I teasingly told her the age 16 rule was back in effect. The other 3 went to bat for her. So I said all 7 could date even the 3 year old. That is when I was told the new dating age was 14. No one was to be made to wait but no one was going to start earlier than that. Since we tend to be pretty democratic about certain topics, my husband and I lost that vote. 😉
Wait? You let the kids vote?!? That never happened in my house. Mom and dad discussed decisions and voted… and whatever mom voted for, won. We could voice our concerns, but they didn’t sway anybody one way or the other.
My older brother noticed that they were more lenient with me at some point, and complained… they shrugged their shoulder, “Life isn’t fair.” Hahahaha, ahhh, parents…
Yes, they get to vote on the things that aren’t huge concerns of mine like dinner, family activities, or their dating habits. Other things like grades, being a good citizen, or letting me know where they are at all times are non negotiable. As household administrator, I have the final decision on most things; I just don’t like that power so I make my husband share it. No way am I going to always play bad cop.
I think my dad lucked out in that regard. He traveled so much for his job that mom invariably was the bad cop.
Poor mom. You should probably buy her a frivolous gift. 🙂
We usually do. Three or so times a year…
🙂 awesome!