Sometimes a good idea can go horribly, horribly wrong.
Which by definition then makes it a bad idea, I guess.
I had one of those ideas a couple of weeks ago during our family night. We've been trying to teach Grant to be reverent at church just so DeNae wouldn't take it upon herself to show up in our sacrament meeting to give us the stink eye.
Anyway, we talked about reverence for James (no laying down on the pew, active listening, etc.) and reverence for Grant: no shrieking, even the happy kind.
Grant is at the age where volume control is totally foreign to him. He's like an SNL character who operates only at LOUD.
So I got an idea. I thought it was a good idea so I implemented it, but I guess the proof is in the pudding and this was a pudding that went horribly awry.
For our activity to follow our lesson, I thought we could teach him a game that went like this. James and I would make loud random noises ("blah blah blah!") and then Kenny would shush us ("Shhhh!") and we would immediately quiet. Then we'd be loud again and Kenny would shush us and we'd quiet right away. The object, of course, was to teach Grant how to respond to a cue to be quiet.
It seemed so smart at the time.
Grant thought it was hilarious. He broke into giggles every time Kenny shushed us. Then Grant decided it was his turn. He'd blabber until shushed.
Sadly, it turns out that he interpreted the shushed moments as a short interlude before he could holler at the top of his lungs again. So um, I guess the game misfired a little.
We figured this out almost immediately and quickly transitioned to refreshments. ("What's for dessert?" "I don't know." "Let's just all walk to the liquor store and pick out a candy." "How about if I give James five bucks and he can go.")
Turns out, though, that this is the game which keeps on giving. Grant also loves to shush people. If you're singing, he shushes you. Not because he doesn't like singing; he likes shushing. And it's not just us, it's EVERYONE. It's taken more than one person aback, like oh, say, my mother-in-law. She's not often shushed by toddlers. I explain, but it doesn't change the startlement.
I wonder if this is what they mean when they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions?