slow day...sorta

well, I was all set to say "it was a slow evening, I sat around, watched TV, watched MOST of Real Genius (had to go to bed before it was over)", but then I realized what event occured yesterday.

My eldest son declared, in the middle of the playground at school, that my daughter still wets the bed. Which she does, but there's no need for him to be advertising that to the world.

I explained to him the ramifications of what he'd done. How I still remembered a girl who peed while making a speech in front of the class -- in 4TH GRADE! That that was the sort of memory and torture he was bringing to his sister.

I didn't spank him. I barely yelled at him. I didn't ground him, or take away any of his weekend priveleges (TV and computer/Wii playing). What I *did* do (and I like this idea, in an evil sort of way) is tell him that he is now in charge of all the chores, and we'd be adding new ones. Scrubbing the toilets and sinks in the bathroom. Scrubbing all the floors that need to be scrubbed (dining room, kitchen, bathrooms) by hand. And he'd be doing it until we said we he was done, so that he'd live (for a while) with the indefinate horror of having to do these chores, as his sister would have to live with the indefinate fear of someone bringing up her most secret of shames for the rest of her life.

Thinking about it, I'm still angry with him. Still.