But the week went on and the little guy started karate this week. The best part, it’s a Korean form so it teaches some Korean language for the commands.  And get this, discipline is a big part of it…which is what makes things so darn entertaining. A strong willed little boy versus a well seasoned master.  Both enter…one exists.  And based on last night…..the master has his hands full.

For instance, at one point, Mama looked over to see all of the kids sitting on the mat…well, except for one.  That’s my boy…which one?  You know the one with his head on the mat and his butt straight up in the air. Or, the one who outright refused to try anything…NO, NO,NO.   Yes, that’s my boy. I’m gonna strike this outing as a drug induced grouchy spell…yeah, darn Benadryl.

Which got us to thinking…the boy needs much more discipline.  And time outs aren’t cutting it. So, this morning we started a  neat little “reward program”. Remember, the “Poop for Twizzler” campaign….baby, we took that campaign and amplified it.

For example, little guy:  can I have some milk. Mama: drop and give me 20.
Or…little guy: can I have my IPad.   Dadda: drop and give us 10 sit ups

A kind of military boot camp if you will. And boy, he could really use some work on those sit ups. Let’s just say Mama had to take his hands and pull him up…otherwise, it looked like a “head” sit up. We’re going to whip this boy into form, military style baby