Confuse them as much as they irritate you

This post is for you my dear hubbs! Dad went "out there" and parented with some serious style this week. He had the entire truck full of kids rolling. I am talking about the nonsense crazy talk that our RADs often come at us with. You know what I mean the talk that makes you want to pull your hair out, reconsider parenting a trauma child, locate that bottle of Calgon (where did I put that), run away...

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UGH!

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So this week while being trapped in the car with RAD (for many hours mind you), RAD's little brother (passive RAD), our oldest and only bio child and the teen soon to be adopted, RAD starts with the nonsense talking. It started small and then went into a grand conversation of nothingness. Mind you we are all in our own little way trying to ignore of figure some other means to redirect RAD. My brain was shot. I was not feeling therapuetic and sure did not posses my normal pizazz in parenting. Hubbs on the other hand was full of it. I don't even remember the comment that broke the camel's back but here was the response:

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Hubbs: "Son, the answer to that question it is over there standing next to the pink dragon with one wing hopping up and down."

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He said it with a calm tone, no laughter, nothing.

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The entire car starts bursting out laughing, including RAD. Nonsense talk--dissolved!

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Now the wonderful dinosaur has become the answer to all that is nonsense.

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Small, simple battles but won and won with smiles and feelings of love and comfort for RAD.