That's brilliant! :)

I think we have a new nickname for one's weiner. ;)


Damn, your worry stone is rock hard!

Yeah, I can just picture it now.
"You want me to rub it to make your worries go away? Uh, yeah."
:D

Ugh! I hate seeing things like that. I'd be tempted to send some shame in his direction with a few well chosen loud remarks. Then, I'm sure you are a better person than I am, GC.

I think that stage can hit anywhere between 3-6. As with anything, you can tell a child it's only appropriate in private about a million times before it actually sinks in. Still no excuse for his behavior.

Mousewife, that is brilliant! Way to go with creative parenting! :)

Hee hee. I am sitting here reading this thread and thinking wow, I have never gone through this....

I read Mousey Girls' solution and thought that was pretty brilliant {and also thought of all of the grown men I see playing with change in their pockets....:eek: }.

So, alas, it was not I with the brilliant idea.

But seriously, I never had to deal with this issue. Well, not 'fingerbanging'.

And I'll leave it at that....

lol he had to take the stone out of his pocket first.

Whew!

I couldn't help but be reminded of my Philosophy of Ethics prof who would meander back and forth in front of the class, lost in a philosophical revery, and all the while his hands in his hippy velour pants absentmindedly playing pocket-pool.

The whole idea was to break the habit of him having his hands in his pants. Now, if I could just get him to stop mooning me every night my life would be complete.

My Philosophy of Ethics professor committed suicide while I was in his class. Not in class, but out in the forest near Flagstaff.

I thought about saying something and then I thought, 'Well, what exactly could one say?' So, I didn't say nothing. I guess I could have given him my disapproving arched eyebrow look... but he was running around and difficult to get eye contact with. Meh.