Drill Sergeant Mama

I love my children. All of them, equally. Josh is nine. He's become very good at being nine. Suddenly, I know nothing. He's nine and I'm an idiot. Apparently he has received some high powered download of intelligence, and simultaneously it has sucked all the brains out of my head. (Shoot, just figured out where all his sarcasm comes from...darn it!) Anyway, lately our form of punishment seems to have very little effect on him. So, I have borrowed some tactics of our men and women in uniform. When he is disrespectful, rude, and/or argumentative, he now has to drop and give me 10 push ups. I have warned him that this could take place anywhere...home, baseball practice, church, the grocery store. So if you're walking down the cereal aisle in Bi-Lo and you see a kid on the floor, don't worry, it's just Josh. He has already done 60 push-ups today. (It's been a rough day.) I told him either he'll learn respect really quick, or he'll have the biggest muscles in school before long.