Gandhi Goes To The Naughty Corner
Posted on | February 4, 2010 | 3 Comments
My daughter, who is now five and a half (definitely not five), has discovered non-violent protest.
When she’s aggrieved about something – or possibly just stropy – she now walks really, really slowly. And, clever girl that she is, she tends to engage in this disruptive behaviour when we need to actually go somewhere – generally when we’re late.
I say, “Come on, we’ll be late…”
And she starts walking in tiny steps, an inch at a time. She’s like a protesting taxi-driver or French trucker.
It’s both annoying and amusing at the same time.
When I threaten her, she says, “There are many causes that I am prepared to go to the naughty corner for but no causes for which I am prepared to put someone in the naughty corner.”
She may have been reading-up on this.
I have sent a strongly-worded letter to Ben Kingsley.
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Gerry Hayes
I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.
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I say give her a taste of her own medicine. Slow medicine.
Meh. Probably just beat her and lock her in the naughty box again.
That was my next suggestion. Don’t forget the scorpions this time round.