Although this blog is dedicated to My Seven Rules for Living, I do have two other non-negotiable rules for my kids:
1. No ball playing in the house.
2. No running with sticks.
You’d think the kids would have internalized these rules, but on a weekly basis I have to remind them not to bounce balls off the walls or whip them at their siblings.
Every school, every family, and every person lives by rules. Even if you have no rules, that’s a rule.
And so it is at the public school where my son plays basketball on Saturday mornings, the rule stands that the innocent ice cream cone is not allowed. She is not welcome. Poor little ice cream cone. She shows up at school ready to learn, wearing her back pack and her sunniest smile, but no, my little friend, you are not allowed.
We have to have rules.
She could come to my house, I could homeschool the little ice cream cone. But someone would eat her. And that would be the end.