In and Out
Categories: I think the next time my boys go outside to play, I’m going to lock the doors behind them. And close the blinds and curtains.
They go outside for 10 minutes, and then come back inside to get a toy.
They go outside for 10 minutes, and then come back inside to get a drink of water.
They go outside for 10 minutes, and then come back inside to tell me something they just did.
They go outside for 10 minutes, and then come back inside to get another toy.
They go outside for 10 minutes, and then come back inside to get a snack.
They go outside for 10 minutes, and then come back inside to let me know they’re going to ride their scooters in the cul de sac. (I don’t know why they tell me that — I can see them right out the front window — but they fail to tell me that they’re going down the street to a neighbor’s backyard.)
They go outside for 10 minutes, and then come back inside to check on the guinea pig.
They go outside for 10 minutes, and then come back inside to “cool off.”
Repeat till I can’t stand the sound of an opening and closing door. Over and over and over. And every time they go back out, I yell, “Don’t slam <BLAM!> … the door.” Sigh.
Why can’t they just stay outside? Would it be cruel, bad parenting for me to seriously lock the damn door?
Bullgrit
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