There is defiance. Defiance against tyranny and oppression. Like the Tibetan monks against the Chinese regime.
Then, there is defiance for simple defiance's sake. Like Mr. P when we tell him to clean up his room.
He has had his Webkinz taken away for three days this week because for some strange reason, he feels it is appropriate to tell us no when we ask him to do something he doesn't want to do.
Hubba-hubba tells me that I try to reason too much with him, and he uses it as a stalling technique. This could very well be true.
But I am simply wondering what his motivation is. Why all of a sudden he thinks he is on equal footing. That he thinks he has some sort of choice. Why he is making such poor choices when he knows what the consequences will be.
The consequences are always enforced. I don't forget.
And, he has never NOT had to clean his stuff once he has been asked. It just hasn't happened. So why the sudden optimism that this might be the day he can skate by without having to do it?
What is going through his mind, which is most of the time a bit too smart for its own good?
Hubba-hubba says he is displaying a blatant disrespect for authority, and it must be quashed, pronto.
Lordy, and here I thought the three's were bad.