The title pretty much tells the tale. The fallout of this episode of “Shit Breaks When Two Middle Schoolers Won’t Stop Screwing With Each Other” is #1’s cracked phone screen.
This just in: You may be an up and coming badass pitcher, but your accuracy with strings of Mardi Gras beads whipped at your brother isn’t major league. Here are five fun lessons the boys have learned in the past hour:
- YOU, #2, are going to pay for the repair.
- Your “emergency”, #1, doesn’t mean my life stops so I can run you to the Apple store immediately after piano lessons tonight. A jaunt to the mall wasn’t on my agenda.
- Follow up to 2 above: IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT I WAS PLANNING TO DO TONIGHT, EVEN IF I WAS GOING TO SIT MY ASS ON THE COUCH ALL NIGHT LONG, I WASN’T PLANNING TO GO TO THE APPLE STORE. That may or may not be a stern direct quote. *ahem*
- I’m genuinely mad, and I am also disappointed. I’m not in the mood to joke with you now, kid. You are sweet and funny, but you done screwed up–now is not the time for a joke.
- You do the research. You make the appointment. (Just not tonight, kid. Jaysus!)
- OK, six. Stop talking to me about it. STOP. TALKING.
Really, it’s not the end of the world, but geez! do I resent both boys’ assumptions that I’d drop everything and cater to their mess at the drop of a hat. Is that the pattern I’ve led them to believe?
I’m disappointed that they don’t feel the gravity of trashing a $600 piece of electronics. I feel like I’ve taught them better than that–to take care of their property. The damage was unquestionably an accident; I know that. But even accidents have consequences.
I feel a grounding coming on. That’ll be a first for us. It won’t be a long grounding, because of the accidental nature, more like a statement grounding. They’re good boys, and for once, I’m not overreacting or underreacting. Just reacting.