When I talked to M.'s dad via the prison phone yesterday, he mentioned that at a recent visit M. had met one of his friends, and had promptly licked his face.
I didn't see this happen and he never mentioned it until now. Of course I almost died upon hearing the news, and even though you'd think it would be obvious, I still felt the need to expressly state to him that SHE SHOULD NOT BE LICKING THE INMATES! Or anyone!
It's no wonder M. threw up at school today, with all the indiscriminate licking going on. Lately I have seen her lick a door knob, a cat, and the remains of a popped balloon she found on the ground at the park.
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Monday, March 19, 2012
Time Out
Today M. and I were talking about when she'd go to see her dad this weekend, and how we'd probably stop to eat at that McDonalds again. She got excited: "Yeah! We can go there with daddy!"
So then I had to explain again, like I've tried to explain for more than 3 years, that her daddy can't go anywhere with us, he has to stay there. That's the rules, because he's having a time out.
And with a vintage Curious George book being our current favorite, now she imagines her daddy sitting in a "time out" room (that's what I call it, even though the book says prison) like Curious George did after he got caught pranking the fire department.
M.: "Like Curious George!"
me: "Yep. And do you remember why Curious George was in a time out?... Because he broke the rules."
M.: "Daddy...he hit...he hit...he hit--"
For some reason I thought she was going to say "--someone with his car." Even though there's no way she could know that. But instead she said: "--another daddy."
So I could safely say "nope" to that. No, he did not hit another daddy. But with his car, he did hit and hurt a drunk guy on a bike, when he was drunk too.
But for now all M. knows is that her daddy broke the rules and he's in time out.
So then I had to explain again, like I've tried to explain for more than 3 years, that her daddy can't go anywhere with us, he has to stay there. That's the rules, because he's having a time out.
And with a vintage Curious George book being our current favorite, now she imagines her daddy sitting in a "time out" room (that's what I call it, even though the book says prison) like Curious George did after he got caught pranking the fire department.
M.: "Like Curious George!"
me: "Yep. And do you remember why Curious George was in a time out?... Because he broke the rules."
M.: "Daddy...he hit...he hit...he hit--"
For some reason I thought she was going to say "--someone with his car." Even though there's no way she could know that. But instead she said: "--another daddy."
So I could safely say "nope" to that. No, he did not hit another daddy. But with his car, he did hit and hurt a drunk guy on a bike, when he was drunk too.
But for now all M. knows is that her daddy broke the rules and he's in time out.
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