Niagara Gazette — The diminutive devil made me do it.
I wanted him to succeed. I gave him every chance to do so. Even after he’d wiped away what should have been his last opportunity, I gave him another one.
But, after the jar of Play-Doh bounced off his mother’s shoulder, I had to pull the trigger on Rigby.
I was trying to herd him and Penny out the door for a trip to the Buffalo Museum of Science. Rigby resisted my attempt at goodwill, though, earning timeouts by hitting, talking nastily and making mean faces.
I scolded him. I warned him. I wasn’t getting through to him.
Until I banished him.
“Rigby!” I shouted once I saw the Play-Doh leaving his arm. “You’re not going, and that’s the end of it.”
That got through. But it was too late. He immediately began crying and pleading his case.
“But Daddy,” he said. “I’ll be good. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
I wanted to accept that as good enough. I really did. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t. Not only did he have to receive a proper punishment for his repeated crimes, but I also had to make good on my word.
I know he’s only 4 and he’s going to test his limits. But disrespecting his mother — and the rest of us earlier that morning — just wasn’t going to cut it. As much as I wanted to make our outing a threesome — and you have no idea how much I wanted that — it was cut to a twosome.
Rigby once again assumed a position in the timeout chair while I got Penny ready to depart. I then went to talk to Rigby about why I was doing what I was doing. As one might guess, he was not completely receptive. He was crying as I went up to him.