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You could try to make up some other shit to cover for it, how school told them that the kid needs to do chores at home for those two days or something. With their system it’d make sense to have a plan for this situation.
Or you just enjoy it while it lasts and drop it when it fails
At some point the kid will talk to other kids and find out they don’t attend school on weekends either. Unless they hate school that much that they don’t socialize with other kids which would be worrying as well
The only way to get my nephew to eat greens was to tell him that the green mash was made with green potatoes (instead of broccoli, and peas). When he realized that there were no such thing as green potatoes, he moved on instantly because kids aren’t fucking dwarfs carrying a book of grudges in which they record every single slight.
They’re kids, they move on.
He’ll be more annoyed about it later as an adult when grandma tells the story of the green potatoes for the 20th Christmas party in a row.
You could try to make up some other shit to cover for it, how school told them that the kid needs to do chores at home for those two days or something. With their system it’d make sense to have a plan for this situation.
Or you just enjoy it while it lasts and drop it when it fails
At some point the kid will talk to other kids and find out they don’t attend school on weekends either. Unless they hate school that much that they don’t socialize with other kids which would be worrying as well
Then it’s time to gaslight the kid
“The other kids are lying to you”
This will help for a healthy development
I’d also tell the kid they’re imagining it
The only way to get my nephew to eat greens was to tell him that the green mash was made with green potatoes (instead of broccoli, and peas). When he realized that there were no such thing as green potatoes, he moved on instantly because kids aren’t fucking dwarfs carrying a book of grudges in which they record every single slight.
They’re kids, they move on.
He’ll be more annoyed about it later as an adult when grandma tells the story of the green potatoes for the 20th Christmas party in a row.
Or… you just don’t manipulate your kid.