Here we are, on a Monday evening, channel-surfing, and come across a rerun of "Supernanny"-you know, the usual array of scary, undisciplined children and harrassed parents begging for someone to teach them how to handle their "unruly" children.
This week's episode is a single-mother with 5 kids-a girl and two sets of twin boys......all demon spawn. I actually feel bad for this woman. She's divorced, apparently raising these kids all by herself, and she's also going back to school to get her teaching certificate. She's also totally overwhelmed and her kids are all acting out, physically and emotionally.
So, Supernanny puts out the classic time-out area, complete with cushions, for children who don't abide by the house rules, and creatively calls it the "Thinking Pond"; so as to have the children ponder their actions and be able to cool off.
My lovely Sean, watching the debacle unfold where the mother, on her "own" (with Supernanny watching on closed-circuit TV) with her kids, is wrestling her hissing, spitting spawn onto the
cushions after they try beating the crap out her, says this Pearl of Wisdom:
"You know, if they were my kids, I wouldn't call it the 'Thinking Pond'.......I'd get a beat-up old refrigerator box, open it up, put it in the corner with a stool in it and call it the 'Shitty Shack'".
This, friends, is the man I want to raise children with. And yes-I still want to, despite the.....uh...."creative parenting ideas". Go figure.
I must be nuts.