The Look

Before I boarded my flight this morning, Lion and I were texting. We were talking about my goal of reeling him in if he starts to take over. He said his hairbrush isn’t really useful for punishment. I said it was a good thing I brought one. He said mine isn’t really useful either. Mine is plastic and small for traveling. No. That one isn’t useful. However, the one that lives in the paddle holder behind the bedroom door is very useful. Yes. He agrees.

I told him I need to develop “the look”. You know, the one your mother gave you that meant “stop what you’re doing this instant!” And I could also do a “wait till we get home” at a well-timed moment. That should freeze him in his tracks. Especially if there are other people around. I could even ask him if he needs a time out. Different verbiage, same meaning.

Lion knows he needs these reminders. He wants them. I’m going to try my best to do it for him. Not just on the trip. I need to continue once we get home. He warned me that he may look pissed off but that shouldn’t stop me. I may look pissed off too depending on what he’s done.

I should also say that I’ve brought a length of rope with me so I can tie his balls up while I edge him. This is supposed to be a fun trip after all. It’s not all doom and gloom and punishment. I anticipate more fun than punishment. But I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t plan for the toddler in Lion to have a meltdown.