So while my eldest child spent some quality time in his room (after displaying some unacceptable behavior), he was given instructions on how he was to spend that time. He was told that I would be up to talk to him in the allotted amount of time, and then at that point, he could let me know if he was ready to join the rest of the world or stay in the funkiness that he was in at the time. (I'm happy to report that one hour after this episode began, he was GOLDEN the rest of the day.)
But back to the story.
When I got up to his room, he was lying on his bed with his little Nebraska Cornhuskers radio right next to him. It wasn't on, but I suddenly realized he'd probably been listening to his radio instead of doing what I'd asked him to in his moment of solitary confinement, er, I mean, solitude.
I said, "Cody, how long have you been listening to that radio?"
"Cody??? How long?"
"Well, for about this long." (At this point, there is a dramatic gesture, his arms stretched way out beside him like a scene from "Guess How Much I Love You.")
"Uh-huh." (At least he's honest. I'm pausing at this point to try to figure out what to do next.)
"But Mom! I turned it off right when I heard you coming up the stairs!" (Looking at me hopefully, as if somehow, it will change the outcome.)
My mind suddenly re-reads all those discipline books filling the shelves in my brain, as if the answer just might be found on one of those pages.
Nope. No luck.
Thankfully, before I even have time to consider my options, Cody comes up with a reasonable solution for me.
"Hey....Mom? I think I need more time up here."
Yeah. YA THINK???