In response to "The Cookie Jar"

by Lori Oleskewicz

I caught my son in the cookie jar again today, I just don’t know what to do. I have told him time and time again not to do it, I’ve scolded him on several occasions. What should I do? I know, I'll consult my friends. My friends and I have a close relationship, I help them, they help me, surely once we get together we can come up with some solution to my son's constant cookie jar problem. "Hmmm," they all stated with equal distress. "This is no good. If your son has his hand in your cookie jar, it's only a matter of time before he is over at my house with his hand in mine..." Yes, all my friends agreed that something must be done...but what? "That's it, “one friend suggested,"…no more money, cut off his allowance...surely that will set him straight. I thought this over and it seemed like a viable option. "Oh, I know, said my other friend...you could ignore it...ya know? Just take the cookie jar away from him." Another friend offered her advice..."you could punish your son, the one with his hand in the cookie jar, by giving him cookies..." I looked at her stunned. "what?" she continued..."you know, do exactly what he wants you to do. Over stuff him with cookies to the point that his belly cannot take anymore, to the point that he either learns his lesson or vomits trying" I thanked my friends for their advice and went on my way home. What I decided on was this... I verbally condemned my son, letting him know how wrong it was to have his hand in the cookie jar. I took away the jar, hence the problem was solved, as my one friend suggested....but no, unfortunately the problem got worse. My son, seeing that he did not seem to get what he wanted out of his first target, went to a friendly neighbors house and not only had his hand in their cookie jar, but went further than that...he raided the whole damn refrigerator!! And what a mess it was!! Huge numbers of cold-cuts, cheeses, juices and fruits were lost. And he didn’t just stop at the friendly neighbors house either, he raided the cookie jars and pantry's of every single person on the block…even those across that great big lake out back. All the neighbors and others came to me and pleaded, "why? oh why have you allowed this horror to continue?" I was stunned because i was sure I had handled the situation correctly. but alas, no. And it did not take long for my cookie-driven son to return home to his first target and find the cookies...forcing me to give him as many cookies as I could......and soon enough, as unpleasant as it all was, my son no longer had his hand in the cookie jar.

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