Doing A Job On The Kids
(A mother comes in with two young sons. One is about seven, and the other about four.)
Mother: “I got you both candy. Now, no more fighting in the car.
Me: *to the kids* “Fighting in the car? Uh oh. Do you know what happens to kids who fight in the car?”
Boys: “No. What?”
Me: “They get left at gas stations. And do you know what we do with kids who get left here?”
Boys: *wide-eyed* “What?”
Me: “We put them to work. And we don’t give them the fun jobs; we make them clean the toilet!”
(By now the mom is just laughing.)
Boys: “We don’t want to stay here!”
Me: “Yeah. We make the really bad kids clean the toilets with their tongues!”
(I look up to the mom.)
Me: “That might buy you 15 minutes of them not fighting!”
Mom: *to her boys* “Guess you’d better behave so you don’t get left some where.”
Boys: “We’ll quit fighting!”