This morning, I was out in the kitchen and heard one of my
windchimes ringing in the living room as something hit them. I knew from
experience that Z must have thrown something at them, and coming out into the
living room I noticed right away the plastic hanger which must have been the
culprit (he’d been playing with this hanger on-and-off all morning). I scolded
him, but then I decided to try reasoning with him, helping him to think
critically about what had happened.
Our conversation went like this:
Me: What just happened that was wrong?
Z: (pointing to the chimes) Those things just rang.
Me: Yes, but that’s not wrong. What happened that was wrong
to make the chimes ring?
Z: I threw the hanger.
Me: Do you think it was a good choice to throw the hanger?
Z: No.
Me: What might be a better choice next time instead of
throwing a hanger?
Z: (thinks for a moment) Throwing something soft at them.
(meaning the chimes)
Me: …well, yes, that would be a little better…
Nick and both laughed at this point.
Z is always throwing things and rather than discourage all
throwing (because I realize sometimes he just can’t help himself), I try to
dedirect him to find something soft to throw. So, it makes sense that he would
come to the conclusion he did, though it was not quite the conclusion I had
been hoping for…
I think I will continue to laugh about this moment every time I think about it. :) Awesome.
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