As-Salaamu-Alaikum, (Peace be with you)
I admit it. I spanked him! He is sooo busy. I have to admit I am starting to lean towards, he is just bad. We are visiting at my sister’s house. He has broken her fax machine cover, lost some of her jewelry, broken her remote control and damaged her cordless phone. But this is not the reason I spanked him. Yesterday he took her “Tiffany” style lamp and knocked it to the floor scratching the glass. Immediately he ran and sat in the “naughty chair”. A chair that he is very familiar with because he is in it so often.
He earned a spanking by scaring me to death! My sister lives very close to a beach and park. To get there from her house he only has to walk down a semi-busy street. Two days ago, I could not find him in the house. After searching all three floors of this huge house I ran frantically down her long driveway to look for him. When I didn’t see him, I searched the house a third time. Still no baby. I ran back outside and started running down the street to look for him. No baby. Frantic, praying desperately, I ran back up the driveway. Suddenly he opens the handy man’s car door and jumps out. My sister had a handy man over doing some home repairs. He jumps out of this man’s car, (A stranger) where he had been sitting and playing with the gentleman’s fast food leftovers. And in the process dumped a whole container of shrimp sauce over the man’s car seats and steering wheel!
Although I was ecstatic to see him. Thankful, (Al-Hamdulilah, Praise be to God), that he he had not wandered down the street and gotten killed or kidnapped. I could not believe that he had opened her door walked out of the house and wandered into a parked car! I admit partial responsibility. I should have kept a better eye on him. But it just is not possible to watch him every second of the day. So I gave in to the tried and true method. I spanked him. I didn’t beat him. Just a light spanking on his buttocks to let him know when I say don’t touch the door! (A command I had previously given several times.) I mean DON’T TOUCH THE DOOR!
What would the Super Nanny say? Any suggestions for dealing with a two year old busy bee would be appreciated.