March 15th, 2010. That's the date my son decided it was ok to spit on a friend! March 16th 2010. That's the date he decided it was ok to spit on a second friend!! Even after no book and no TV the night before, promises to Mommy and Daddy of never repeating the incident, it wasn't enough to stop broken promises from being delivered!
So, as I go to get him from his class, his teacher, exasperated, tells me of 'The Second Spitting'!! I'm dumbfounded! "What", "he did what"? I just cannot grasp why he is doing this. So after asking him "why", "who did you see do this", etc, etc, a telling off from several teachers, a breakdown as I threaten his upcoming birthday party, we set off home. On my way home I'm thinking to myself, what can I do with this kid? Time out for 12 hours, soap in the mouth, no dinner and bed, smack on the bum? What can I do to get through to him that this is just not behavior that we will tolerate? Suddenly, light bulb! Might just work, so I make a little detour on my usual route home and pull up to Fountain Hill Police station!! Yes, I was desperate, and I thought that maybe, just maybe, a big hairy scary policeman might scare the bejeezus out of him to the point where he wouldn't spit ever again, not even to shine his shoes on his wedding day!!!!
So the policeman approached and asked what was the problem. "My son is in trouble at school for spitting on his friends". "How old is he", he asked. "Three", I replied. "Will he understand me", asked the policeman, looking a little puzzled. "Oh yes, yes he will", I firmly replied! So, off we went into a little room with the two way mirror and shackles on the table legs. We all sat down. The atmosphere was very serious, and suddenly I had to contain myself as I felt a bout of the giggles creep up on me as I suddenly realized the very crazy situation we were in as my three year old (very soon to be four), sat in a police station. His crime, intent to share saliva! So the policeman did his best to be scary, which on my Mom scale, I could totally kick his butt with being scary, but Joshi promised (again), to never spit on his friends. He had a go in the shackles, to which I pointed out where he would end up should he decide to share his saliva with the world again. He also had a tour of the jail, which had the most disgusting toilet I have ever seen in my life. He was most perplexed by the state of the lavatory, so I explained that naughty people don't get nice things, which is why the toilet is really a landfill in disguise, and that that's were naughty people who can't stop spitting on their friends go, (ok, ok, give me a break, I lied about the jail bit, but I'm totally serious about the shackles)!!
After giving thank you's, hand shakes, and promises of no more police station appearances, we set off home, his head bowed as we walk to the car. "So, Joshua, are you going to think twice about spitting on your friends now, and never ever do it again"? He looked up at me, "yes Mommy, I never want to see that toilet again"!! Believe me, if I'm blogging in a few days about 'The Third Spitting', he'll be doing more than seeing it!!
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