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sethrakJack has this game, which basically consists of throwing or inserting small objects into larger objects. His favorite variant involves the decorative gravel next to the driveway, and the manhole cover at the foot of the driveway, as we wait for the school bus, and it makes him very audibly cross when a chosen bit of gravel does not fit in the tiny round hole on one side of the cover.
Today he tried adding "Throw decorative gravel and bits of mulch from the backyard into the recycle bin" to his list. I made him stop every time I caught him.
That wasn't so bad, compared to a little later, when Mark came to get me, very very volubly angry and indignant, and led me outside.
Jack was in the middle of throwing one of Mark's favorite rocks into the recycle bin, one of the ones Mark brought home from a walk and arranges in varying patterns on the back porch or sidewalk.
Further inspection proved Jack had also thrown in more of Mark's beloved rocks, several matchbox cars, and one of the boys' sippie cups.
Since recycle pickup was yesterday, the bin was almost empty, and I couldn't reach the bottom while it was upright. I sent Jack to his room, to his displeasure, and returned to find Mark trying to use his tricycle to climb inside the bin and retrieve his stuff. I gently chased him away, and tipped the bin on its side to get his stuff. He lit up when I brought his rocks over. Poor boy.
Jack is staying in his room for a bit. ::amused/exasperated face-palm::
Today he tried adding "Throw decorative gravel and bits of mulch from the backyard into the recycle bin" to his list. I made him stop every time I caught him.
That wasn't so bad, compared to a little later, when Mark came to get me, very very volubly angry and indignant, and led me outside.
Jack was in the middle of throwing one of Mark's favorite rocks into the recycle bin, one of the ones Mark brought home from a walk and arranges in varying patterns on the back porch or sidewalk.
Further inspection proved Jack had also thrown in more of Mark's beloved rocks, several matchbox cars, and one of the boys' sippie cups.
Since recycle pickup was yesterday, the bin was almost empty, and I couldn't reach the bottom while it was upright. I sent Jack to his room, to his displeasure, and returned to find Mark trying to use his tricycle to climb inside the bin and retrieve his stuff. I gently chased him away, and tipped the bin on its side to get his stuff. He lit up when I brought his rocks over. Poor boy.
Jack is staying in his room for a bit. ::amused/exasperated face-palm::
