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Monday, August 16

Scooby Doo Saga...

So Moose's current obsession is Scooby Doo. He loves Scooby Doo. He's only seen it on our Netflix Instant Watch (a real treasure), but just loves it. However, one day he was watching it and the episode (for the first time) was actually quite scary and in the end the monsters were people with masks, or that sort of thing. (Which they usually are.) The hubs didn't really like it, and we didn't want Moose getting nightmares or anything of the sort. Not to mention his need to act like a zombie, and make strange sounds at a teeny slumber party across the way. (Yes, this actually happened a few months ago.) Anyhow, Scooby Doo was temporarily banned.

Now in comes my stroke of genuis. Moose would occasionally complain about things like taking a nap, going to bed at night, or going to the bathroom when asked. It was SO annoying. So I get this idea one day and tell him he can't watch Scooby Doo because he's not a big boy. And big boys don't complain about going to bed or going potty. So for 4 days, if he wouldn't complain about any of those things, he could earn one Scooby Doo show on Netflix.

Fast forward to now, and he's earned 2 Scooby Doo shows. It's been over one week of NO complaining about the potty or going to bed. Can we say score one for Mom? Oh yeah. I'm pleased. And he knows that if Scooby Doo starts to make him scared, or act bizarrely, or if he starts to complain about things like shutting the bathroom door because of monsters (which he knows, and will tell us, are not real) then Scooby Doo is out. So far, it's worked like a charm.

And he'll readily tell anyone that the monsters are always people wearing masks. (Which makes me and the hubs happy.)

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