When I got home from work, the Wii was missing. So I knew things were bad.
Tate is no stranger to trouble. Referring to SpongeBob Square Pants as "Butt Butt Butt Pants," for example, gets him a stern look. Hitting his brother gets him sent into timeout. When he's really bad, the Wii gets taken away.
Luckily Paige, our family's second mother--or more accurately, the resident narc--documented all of the reasons for Tate's punishment:
- Hit Curtis
- Bit me
- Using bad language
- Yelling at mom
- Putting the remote in your pants
- Trying to pull down my pants
- Fighting with Curtis
- Throwing ball at Curtis
- Making a mess
- Nearly ruining my homework
- Stepped on Curtis
- Threw tantrum
- Making me write this list
Sounds like a busy afternoon.
It's pretty clear that the punishment fit the (many) crime(s). But the real victim here is me.
Tate and I play Super Mario 3 on the Wii every night. After weeks of work, we'd finally made it to level 7. When Traci unplugged the Wii, we lost all of our progress. Just like that.
It's a dark, dark day in the Sutherland house.
A dark, dark day.