A bad early childhood, to which they are now thriving in my care and now overcoming violent temper tantrums. They are lucky being rescued at this very impressionable age.
Understand that I've already raised two son's of my own, so I know what to expect of boy's in general.
But this year, has been very harsh environmentally, so I thought it would be fun to spend more time with them in nature with my talent's, during a very special year in the Yellowstone area. Boy's need to be' taught by women' to learn to be men and this is the perfect classroom, to a teacher/parent. Real father's do a better job with son's naturally. So put away your sexism claws. It's just a fact of life for a single mother of son's. You teach boy's, and often learn with them, too. I did learn with my many mistake's with my birth-children after losing their father and assuming both role's alone at this same age 8 and 10. It's a long story.....
Life with the boy's was unbelievable, yesterday. Boys eight and ten year's old would have gotten themselves killed in less than an hour without my close and undivided supervision during this play/learning experience for them.
This shocks me !!!! Even after repeated warning's, they thought it was fun to create avalanches.
Other boy's began to watch us and In less than one hour I had to rescue a stranger's buried child. Luckily the child was buried face up and was only immobile. The child saw my boy's do it, was the excuse of not understanding that a bigger avalanche is NOT better.
This is a serious hazard this year, and has been deadly already in this area. So I take them somewhere safer, haha, nope....
Icicles became daggers, and everyone was zombie's and had to be stabbed. Smaller children watching up as broken icicles fall at the hand's of taller yet equally stupid older boy's. Not a single one giving one thought to even a brother's eyeballs.
No pun intended, but this is just the tip of the ice-burg. The group of boy's would watch and listen to one child being 're-directed' and would instantly pick up that same tool and begin attacking the smaller children with it, just as the first boy had. Over and over and over again the cycle repeated itself till I buried the tool deep in the snow.
I screamed at the unknown children to, " ___ find your parent's and tell them I have something to talk to them about....."
Needless to say they were off running and no parent reported to me at my car.... I made it easy. They had light's to follow and find me, Great parenting skill's in stranger's too.
[ Your child is buried in the snow. Hide from the rescuer and child.]
Yes, I had some adult question's for them. Like, "Where were you when your child caused an avalanche that buried him?"
I sent my youngest boy into the car for a good cry.
The oldest boy behaved and was my partner during the rescue of the 'stranger child'. He listens and learns the first time around. He has learned my reward system.
He was not rewarded for the zombie attack.
So many children have never been taught any important life social skill's. No sense of humanity.
Great video gamer's. Poor real world human children. If it wasn't so sad to see first hand in the real world, it would have been funny to hear about them playing a game of zombie's. The smaller children, being the zombie's who must die to win the battle of dominance in a species.