Just a few minutes ago, Convict (* see below) came up to the attic where Eric and I were playing videogames and he was crying that fake “I want to avoid going to bed by getting sympathy” cry and said “I’m hurt”.  So I said

“How’d you get hurt?”

“I fell off my desk”

“WHY were you on your desk?” 

“I wanted to see if I could climb to the top, and then I fell off”

“Well, stop doing that”

“OK”

Then he went back downstairs.  He’s nuts.  I’m thinking about modifying the “don’t come out of your room” rule; instead of having the exception “Unless you have to go to the bathroom or get hurt”, I’ll have “Unless you have to go to the bathroom or get hurt AND ARE BLEEDING”, but I don’t think he’d hesitate to draw blood.

* he’s called that now because he got in trouble at school again, and was confined to his room the other day.  I took all of the toys and stuff out so he couldn’t have any fun.  He didn’t like it, hopefully enough that he’ll quit getting in trouble at school.