Over the years older boy has been known by many names including Wilkinson (because he is very sharp), Asbo (for obvious reasons), Smorgasboard (when he was a baby and chose to feed non stop) and more recently Sir, because he really believes he is in charge. However, I have recently thought of a new nickname, Rudy although I’m not sure I will use it. Another possibility is Rude Ralph after the Horrid Henry books; watch this space.
Ok, older boy has been less than polite and I am nostalgic for the days when it was just about poo and farts. Whilst I knew I should have at times expressed disapproval and been a proper grown up, I somewhat failed at this and couldn’t help laughing and dare I say it joining in. The rudeness has shifted though if you get my meaning. A couple of days ago whilst he had some friends round, older boy made some inappropriate comments about sausages, moreover the comments were directed at me, his Mother. I was not pleased and was a bit unsure how to react. After a few minutes deliberation, I decided that the best tactic was to make him explain himself in front of his friends. Despite lots of coaxing from his friends he flatly refused to do this and insisted on shifting the blame to Lucy Davies, see previous blog post. This rudeness that he has been taught is only going to get worse as he is taught more and more. Whilst my inner pre-teen definitely sees the funny side, I know I must be careful not to let it get out of hand. The worst thing I could do would be to overreact as this will only promote further rudeness. I’m hoping both boys will lose interest in being rude if I ignore it but I doubt that will happen.