It’s not a Wii, it’s a Mii

Grant’s video game privileges were taken away yesterday. They mean a lot to him. (In fact, video game deprivation was the way we got him potty trained – took about a day and half.) He was pretty unhappy about the situation.

So yesterday evening I was getting ready to go to the second of three Back To School nights and Grant came into my bathroom. For someone who goes days without make-up, I have a lot of it. Grant began to root around in one of my make-up drawers.

I asked him not to touch (I could picture dropped eye shadows with exploded powder all over the place, or lipstick on the walls, or who knows what) and he said, “but I need to play with them.”
Oh dear. This kid won’t participate in the preschool art activities, but he’ll play with make-up.

He held up the one he wanted.

Well, OK…. I don’t use that one very often and it’s a cream shadow, so if he drops it, it won’t explode.

I went about my beauty business and I noticed he was making sound effects and jogging in place and jumping in front of my mirrored closet doors.

He was playing a video game in his head and using the eye shadows as his “controls.” So I need to come up with a different consequence for bad behavior, because it appears that if I truly want to take away his video games, it will involve a frontal lobotomy. (His, not mine.)

And yes, I know. The bathroom is horrible. I don’t know what I’m going to do in there, so after stripping the wallpaper, I just painted it white until I can think of what to do. Please feel free to leave your suggestions in the comments section….