Cora and I are sitting in the family room, talking about the weather....(What we really talk about is "Mommy and Daddy Talk")
Suddenly, there is a loud banging noise that comes from the basement. Shortly following the loud bang, cries and screams also rise up from the basement. Shortly following the screams and cries, threats of the worst kind, "I'm going to tell Mom!" It only takes a few short seconds before Bryse and Jeff are both standing before us, yelling over each other:
Bryse: "Mom, Jeff was kicking me."
Jeff: "Bryse tackled me."
Bryse: "Jeff was kicking me on purpose."
Jeff: "No...no...no...no...No!"
Bryse: "Yes....yes...yes..Yes!"
Mom: "Go back downstairs and figure out your story, then return and report. If your stories don't match, you're going to bed."
A couple of minutes letter, giggling is heard from the two boys. They return and report:
Jeff: "Mom, what happened was this: I knocked over his plastic frog...."
Bryse: "I was upset, so I tackled Jeff...."
Jeff: "I was mad that he tackled me, so I kicked him."
Mom: "Okay, so who is more important, people or frogs?"
Bryse: "Ummmm.........PLASTIC FROGS!"
Mom: "Go back downstairs and figure this out, then return and report....or you're going to bed."
Cora and I continue our talk about the weather....
A few minutes pass, then the return of the children:
Bryse: "We have decided that people might be more important than frogs."
Jeff: "Yes, we are pretty sure people might be more important than frogs."
Mom: "Jeff, should you knock over his plastic frog?"
Jeff: "No"
Mom: "Bryse, should you tackle your brother for any reason?"
Bryse: "YES!"
Mom: "Go back downstairs and figure this out, then return and report..."
The children once again retreat, and the weather conversation continues..
A few seconds later, the children rise up from the basement:
Bryse: "No, I shouldn't tackle my brother for any reason."
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"You unlock this door with the key of imagination . . .Beyond it is another dimension—a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into The Moser Zone."
Suddenly, there is a loud banging noise that comes from the basement. Shortly following the loud bang, cries and screams also rise up from the basement. Shortly following the screams and cries, threats of the worst kind, "I'm going to tell Mom!" It only takes a few short seconds before Bryse and Jeff are both standing before us, yelling over each other:
Bryse: "Mom, Jeff was kicking me."
Jeff: "Bryse tackled me."
Bryse: "Jeff was kicking me on purpose."
Jeff: "No...no...no...no...No!"
Bryse: "Yes....yes...yes..Yes!"
Mom: "Go back downstairs and figure out your story, then return and report. If your stories don't match, you're going to bed."
A couple of minutes letter, giggling is heard from the two boys. They return and report:
Jeff: "Mom, what happened was this: I knocked over his plastic frog...."
Bryse: "I was upset, so I tackled Jeff...."
Jeff: "I was mad that he tackled me, so I kicked him."
Mom: "Okay, so who is more important, people or frogs?"
Bryse: "Ummmm.........PLASTIC FROGS!"
Mom: "Go back downstairs and figure this out, then return and report....or you're going to bed."
Cora and I continue our talk about the weather....
A few minutes pass, then the return of the children:
Bryse: "We have decided that people might be more important than frogs."
Jeff: "Yes, we are pretty sure people might be more important than frogs."
Mom: "Jeff, should you knock over his plastic frog?"
Jeff: "No"
Mom: "Bryse, should you tackle your brother for any reason?"
Bryse: "YES!"
Mom: "Go back downstairs and figure this out, then return and report..."
The children once again retreat, and the weather conversation continues..
A few seconds later, the children rise up from the basement:
Bryse: "No, I shouldn't tackle my brother for any reason."
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"You unlock this door with the key of imagination . . .Beyond it is another dimension—a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into The Moser Zone."
I like that you give them the chance to conference and decide what's the right answer. I can only imagine their conversations as they try to determine what answers are going to get them out of going to bed.
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