also on supernanny

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great minds think alike

its on supernanny

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Tell him if he sits there you will take him out and if he doesn't then you wont. If he does as you say then take him as agreed if he doesn't don't. Simple. Then next time you ask him to sit on the thinking pond, naughty step or whatever he will more than likely do as you ask because he knows he either gets affection or misses out.

If you take him out tell him its mummy time.

Be firm. Dont tell him nicely when you tell him to stop. Make him actually listen when he is talking to you or has calmed down. Otherwise he just wont take it in

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If he hits you say three times then put him in the naughty corner, naughty step or naughty thinking pond (use your imagination)for three minutes. Tell him exactly what he has done and make him stay there. Afterwards give him a cuddle ask him to apologise and tell him he hurt your feelings.

Ty spending "mummy and son" time with him for half an hour every day to prvent him doing it again.

You strike me of poetic ability too
glad you enjoyed it although i cant help but think maybe some of you are just being nice
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did you actually read it??
wow thank you.
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thank you
Glad I took your advice

Lie on a grassy mound and gaze into the sky.
Such marvels can be seen.
Hope held in a cloud wandering across an ocean of blue,
Makes me long for a life worth living.
Far beyond our reach, the cloud floats protected.

We wish for the grey to dispense,
To be able to see the truth that lay in the sky.
These stories are our brief moment of chance,
To be free.

When you are able to admire the honesty held in the sky,
You will smile.
Nothing matters then.
With everyone laid side by side holding hands,
While our dreams pass by the new wall of mankind.

That day has yet to come,
Many more must rise to die before it can become “today.”
So we keep walking forward and go on with our lives.
Spend time with our friends and talk about this.
Never forgetting to stare at the sky.
Praying that the path will soon be forged,
As we sit on a cloud and float on high.

Until that day we live here.
Here on this rock carved out of fear.
The jagged lies we speak jolt into the sky.
The Shame is hidden deep below our burden of greed.

Accept fate and everything will be fine.
No surprises will ever arise,
If you plan for that which cannot be.
Well, the days are blurring together now,
As I lay on a grassy mound,
Dreaming.
Staring.
Praying,
The truth I found would stay.
Dreaming.
Wishing.
Singing,
“One day, one day. One day

do you like it?
I have more
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A Sad Story About Happiness

Where is it that the grass grows green?
For all I see in this life is nothing more than a life filled with weeds.
The death that appears in the mirror isn't me
But what I have become through the pain of those words, the darkness of this shadow, the hatred of the world.

You say the road less traveled is more favorable.
Well let me tell ya' lass, from experience, the roads may twist and turn but the destination is always the same.
It's all a matter of distance really,
All the roads reunite at a destined point that we can't escape.
This is really the oly true aspect of fate.

So I ask if you would prefer to walk alone on stones, or together in thorns?
Because my path was chosen long ago by a man far wiser than I.
He spoke to me softly and said, "This wont be easy, but son, it's what has to be."
All I did was smile.
Smile in that hallway mirror of the Fathers house.

The day I lost my faith was siply great.
For once there was sun on my horizen.
A life that I am able to choose is glorious compared to one predetermined by you.
So I drink the potion and forget my past.
this may be upsetting news,
But I have lived with this weight all my life and you have claimed to understand.

Now I spend my days thinking of one one but myself.
I know this sounds selfish, but the truth of the matter is, that you haven't even heard of the places I have been.
I spoke calmly of my past,
But the reality is that it hurts. It hurts to remember all the nights I coldn't sleep,
While my mother laid crying on the floor by the window.
The look in her eyes plagues me still.
Now and forever until the release from this life comes to me.
Maybe on that day, I will be shown what it truely means to be free.

i used that in one of my poems x

Zipping

Qualifying

Racing

stunning

tutting

ushering

venting

winding

pending

and I thought it was only me

dating?? hmm
love?? hmm
life??

Another poetic.
I myself write poetry. Maybe we should talk about our poetry.
Yours is beautiful and even though you write it for yourself it is nice to have it appreciated.
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I think I am single becase I am too mature for my age and im down right ugly lol
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hahaha they were all lame answers
(not that I have the answer)