I picked my son up from late stay at his school yesterday, and he came bounding out of the door, happy to see me. I got a cursory hug and a quick, "Hi, Momma" before he had a question for me, one that had surely been eating at him all day.
"If I get yellow or red (on his class behavior report), can you ground me?"
Another mother walking by me at just that moment actually laughed out loud. And wouldn't you? Who asks to be grounded?
"I guess so, son. Where did you learn about grounding?"
From one of his classmates, he said, who is apparently grounded for having yellow or red days at school.
I've never used that particular term with my son, so I wasn't sure if he'd gotten a description from this friend at school or what.
"What do you think grounding means?" I asked my son.
"That you take away all the stuff I sleep with, and I have to sleep on the ground," he said, matter of factly.
No wonder he's asking to be grounded! In his mind, it's a little adventure where he gets to sleep on a pallet on the floor. Hopefully I nipped that misconception in the bud before he started acting up at the school just for the joy of being "grounded."
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