Oldest son is entering the middle school years. As such, he is becoming adept at tuning mom and dad out to focus on what is more important to a teenager.
Like raiding the fridge, Xbox, television, bickering with his little sister, etc.
After dropping the little crew off at their every-other-day-summer camp last week, I returned home and failed to engage older boy in a traditional conversation. The fruits of my labor being several "uhuhs" and a couple of unintelligible grunts.
So, I changed my approach:
"Son, a battalion of Pharaoh ants has breached the interior of the garage compound again. I just acquired airborne weaponry so that we can repulse the invaders and launch a counter offensive.
Now, this situation requires the utmost in discretion as the Commandant of our humble abode needs not to be informed or concerned about this development--creepy crawlies that close to living areas are definitely not her thing.
So what do you say soldier, can you be locked and loaded; ready to implement the attack at 0930?"
My son gave me the just-embarrassed-my-classmate-by-thumping-him-at-Call-of-Duty smile, laughed, and said: "Sure dad, I'm in."
Too bad that since I used this approach on a simple task and eliminated it's unique appeal, I am sure it won't work next time.
One day at a time as a parent, right?
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