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Biscuit Box Drama
July 13, 2009, 8:50 pm
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Ever since I moved into this house about four years ago, there has been a biscuit box. Naturally, it never used to stay full for long. Now the parents-in-law have moved out, and left us with all the contents of the house, including their children, I have started taking over the rule of the house. The biscuit box was filled today. Little M, who doesn’t really live with us, isn’t supposed to eat any of the food we buy, as per agreement with his mother. He has his own food, but, of course, being only nine years old, he has no concept of things like that. The biscuits are there, so he believes he has a right to them (and everything else that he WANTS). M stuck his nose into our cupboard today, picked up the biscuit box and remarked that it had gotten heavier. Yes, we went shopping earlier. He declares that he WANTS biscuits, because he is hungry. Remembering what his mother told us (she enforces the rule quite strictly), I offer him some of the food that she has bought for him. But he doesn’t like any of that, he wants biscuits. F tells him he can’t have biscuits, or we’ll get in trouble with his mother. Truthfully, I don’t believe that a child should be given everything he demands, just for the sake of it, so I had to agree with F.
Promptly, M changes strategies. His mother had supposedly told him that he could have the biscuit box, and everything that is in it. For his fruit. This, two minutes after telling us how much he hated fruit.
Queue an argument, ended by little M declaring how much he hates me, how evil I am, and that our house “sucks”. He leaves the room, screaching, slamming the door.

I pat my 35-week pregnant belly, sigh and sit down on the sofa next to F. “Love, can we please never have kids?”.
All this drama over a box and a couple of biscuits. In hindsight, it would have probably been easier to let him have a biscuit and face the mother-in-law’s wrath.


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