Waltz In Exile

So Goat #1 got sent to his room last night before I even managed to get dinner on the table (he was simply acting like the goat he is, but that doesn’t mean I have to tolerate it.)  When I called him down to dinner, his whole demeanor was different: contrite, agreeable, sociable, bubbly.  After dinner, we were clearing the table and talking about how we needed to do bath time and perhaps pick up their room a little bit before storytime, and he got this sad little look on his face, so I asked him what was wrong.  And he looked up at me, almost pathetically, and said “Mama?  Can you not come upstairs just yet?” 

And I immediately (Mom radar) knew there was something he didn’t want me to see, so I said “Why is that?” 

And he said “I’m just — I’m sorry, I just –  Well, Mama, I was angry so I put a mean note on my door and I’m really really sorry.” 

So here I am trying not to laugh, because he feels so horrible about this that he obviously knows it was wrong to be mean (and I don’t want him to think it’s FUNNY to be mean, although Good GOD, a mean NOTE — that’s like a dream problem to have with him these days)  And I said “Well, if you’re sorry and you understand that being mean isn’t the way to work things out with Mommy, I’m sure it’s fine.” 

He was VERY relieved, and I didn’t think about it again until we went upstairs for bathtime, and I saw THIS on his door:

“DONT KUM IN.  EVER.  I am mad at you MOM.” 

And then, he signed it.  As if I wouldn’t know who wrote it. (That’s probably my favorite part.)

So what’s up in the land of adults who probably don’t leave mean notes on their doors for you…?