You talkin' to me?
Smart kid, huh, Tony...? By the time he's "lost" all the toys, Dad has the room cleaned up. Lucky for me, MY kid was never quite that smart...
WOW, haven't seen this blog in ages. Did you catch Jimmy Norton on Leno the other night?
I'm the meanest mom in the world and I do slap the asses of my children. Screw confiscating toys. You only need to twist the head off one plush cuddly bunny and your kids are putty in your hands.
Life is tough.
Forget about the toys. If he got to eleven, it's time to move on to bigger things, like cutting off the tv time,
or, God-forbid, spanking his butt (which would have happened in my house when he told me to pick them up myself).
Kids smell fear. Yes, I said fear. I know because I went through this same thing of "I can't spank my kids, the 'authorities'will come and take them away." If they know you are fearful, they will kick your adult ass. They also will be nasty to other adults. But,hey, you know this. You come from the generation that struck fear in my generation's heart.
We thank you for that.
Tell your son that spanking A.J.'s butt is a character building exercise--for him and his boy.
Oh and tell them that neither will die like A.J.'s older brother.
Happy Father's Day (also known as "Man Day" at our church.
Time outs work. Sure, 20 years later your son is prancing around Duluth wearing a jacket made of human skin, but at least he listened to you and kept quiet as a kid.
Your kids need to know that you're always 2 seconds away from crazy.
I'll tell anyone to this day, my mom is nuts. Straight nuts. But I never talked back to her in the grocery store.
LOL..that's classic..maybe I should try that with my kids..
You kow the time out thing never works...I like your idea much better. 
Tony -- I laughed out loud. You know when I was a kid our elementary school was built on a cliff -- I kid you not.
There was no fence. There was no barbed wire. There were no patrol dogs. THERE WERE NO CONCERNED PARENTS.
We were told to stay away from the cliff, the grownups of my childhood thought that was sufficient. If some child wandered too close and fell off, the general response was: “Dang idiot kid. He was told to stay away from there. Don’t know what his problem is. When that back-brace comes off I’m tanning his stupid hide.”
Those of us who grew up, grew up just fine.
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