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domingo, 10 de marzo de 2013

Naughty children

A naughty child is the one who knows the difference between right and wrong but lacks the maturity to exert self- control. They are quite apologetic when they get caught however, you will find them often doing the same exact thing you scolded for just an hour ago. Parents have to be very patient with naughty children. Initially you should try a sympathetic approach, speaking to them frequently. If this fails, then punishment becomes necessary. Corporal punishment is not an option. Restricting or withdrawing privileges is much more effective.

If your child has thrown a tantrum in a supermarket, got into a fight with their sibling and kicked them, thrown all your clothes down from the cupboard, don’t worry because you’re not the only one facing this. All children are naughty from time to time and it is just their way of learning things they can and can’t get away with. Parents need to teach them what is right and wrong. You need to let them know what is acceptable and what is not.

You need to check your child’s behaviour. It can be due to something which is bothering them either at home, at school or with friends. Or it might just be because your child is not feeling your giving too much of attention.

Some children start showing bad behaviour when a new baby brother or sister joins the family. It is just a way of dealing with jealousy. He or she will start feeling neglected as the baby will be spending maximum amount of time with you. What you can do is make the child feel he or she is equally important to your family and he or she has someone to play with. Involve the child in taking care of the baby like helping in changing diapers, helping with feeding the baby when it grows up, making him talk with the baby so that he doesn’t feel left out. 

http://www.indianchild.com/parentingtips/dealing-with-naughty-children.htm



Can you tell me any time when you were a naughty child? Write 200 words, or  you can send me a photo to "p_vallejo@preuniversitaria,com" when you were a cute toddler.

Here I have the first ones, can you guess who they are?


Aren´t they so very cute????????????????

13 comentarios:

  1. When I was a child I have always been very naughty . It was very difficult to me to pay attention to my parents or to obey them the first time theay ask me for something .
    My mother is a psychologist and she has always known a lot about children behavior and one of the most important things she said , was to let my sisters and I do whatever we wanted .
    Due to that , I have always been free to play and jive , I was very playful and prankish .
    One time when I was 6 years old I was in the beach with my family and I have seen before a little o jaws . My mother didn't let my but my father didn't care about it . Well , we go down to the sea and I started swimming a little bit far from the shore , then I started shouting shark ! shark ! And my mother turns into white and started crying and screaming of pain , then the lifeguards "rescued" me and when I arrived to the shore and a say it was a joke my mother gave me a bofet that I will never forget .

    Lourdes lopez de soto

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  2. when i was young i used to be really bad. i was always in trouble ,thats the reason why i keep being a little bit bad nowadays haha. when i was 9 years old i remember i arrived from ´´catequesis´´ with my friend joaquin and i stayed at his house till my father comes to pick me up. that afternoon i went crazy and i started to break things all around the house,when suddenly i focused with a swing he had at the front garden of his house. i completely destry it and keep laughing all the afternoon. my friends face was... when my father arrived,joaquin´s mother said she didn´t want me in her house anymore. by Guillermo Serrano 2ºE

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  3. as a child I was a very naughty girl, my first 10 months of life my parents said it was very tearful, not let them sleep or a minute passed without mourn or protest.
    From the moment of my childhood memories that I have more than one could count, but I agree the special was this: We were in ecija my whole family at my uncle, that day came out "La hermandad del rocio de Ecija" then we all gathered in the house to throw petals to the Virgin because they stopped at the door of the house of my uncle because he was the "big brother" of the brotherhood, then we were all there together and my cousins ​​asked our parents to be taken to the street to see her but they refused, so my cousin and I went at a time when my uncle who had stayed aprobechamos a slit of the door open and we escaped.
    We managed to get to the "Sin Pecado" and there we find our older cousins​​, they believe that our parents went further back we did not pay much attention when the house realized that my cousin and I were not got like crazy thinking of all the people who had that day on the street, what we could have spent ... then came to pick us all individually and one of my uncles so he had to go where everybody was and there we found out the people and my cousin and friends both jumping for joy because we were next to the "Sin Pecado"

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  4. When I was one year more less, my mum got pregnant of my sister, Teresa. She had told me that I started to protest and cry for everything. Like every pregnant woman my mum couldn´t do so many efforts.
    She says that I am very pig-headed and always want what I want. One time when my mother collected me from the kinder garden, we were coming back home and I started to scream and cry because I didn´t like the food or something like that (my mother doesn´t remember it very well) and in front of the hospital a doctor asked my mother what happened and she told him the problem when the doctor approached to me I kicked him in the face and the doctor started to scream and shout.
    When my sister was born, obviously, she needed more attention than me, and then, I wasn´t the “queen of the house”. My father was working and every morning I cried at the kinder garden, my mother was desperate with me, because she had to be attempt to both of us at the same time and I was “guerrilla”.
    In conclusion, everyone has had a difficult period when we were children, in my case it was owing to my sister.
    Ana Turmo Serra 2ºe

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  5. when I was a kid I used to play football a lot, I always liked playing football, I even played football in my bedroom I put two chairs like goal and then i imagined that i was in a real match for example, one day I was unfortunate and I remember I broke a picture.
    But always I used to play football in my hurbanizacion I played with my friends and my neighbours, we had a piece of grass next to the swimmingpool and we used to play there, but always when we were playing we used to shoot and put the ball into a neighbour home also we shoot at the streetlights but one day we slipped the ball into the neighbor's garden, then I knocked on the door and nobody opened and then I decided to jump the fence that was not very high and I was lucky to catch the ball because nobody saw me.
    Santiago sanz

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  6. Irene Barroso Álvaro 2º E

    Naughty children

    I don´t remember much about my naughty age so I asked my parents about it and they remember it as if it had happened yesterday. According to my parents’ words, my worse age happened between three and four years old. I used to be very special when we were eating, or better said, not eating, because I was never hungry, so they had to force me to do it. Some of my parents’ friends still remember when we were eating out somewhere and they had to eat in turns to make me do it. Meals were endless for them. However, one day, my father figured out the easiest way to make me eat without effort: he wore the ugliest hairy mask I had ever seen, and he called it “the scare”, so when I didn´t want to eat, he said to me: Do you want me to call “the scare”?, and if I didn´t obbey, he wore the mask and I inmediatly ate whatever it was on the table. The first times, he had to call “the scare”, but later he only had to say the magic words: Do you want me to call...?, and without finishing, I was already eating. I still remember that mask. Some other things I did at that age: cutting myself locks of hair, drawing walls with ballpen, painting my bathroom tiles with a lipstick. I wasn´t so naughty, was I?

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  7. I truly can not remember my age when to mischief, as it was too small, although there are some of them which if I remember they are unforgettable. To do this I asked my parents and they informed me well about things that to: I apparently, because I did not know it was a pretty good kid, until I was three and a half or four and I started doing pranks as I'll tell you now: it seems one day I was in the living room of my house and my parents had recently bought a stereo, and a TV with a DVD of films and was my caretaker cleaning floor with mop and I always played with the controls on the TV ... and I caught and pull the controls of the television, the movie player and music team to mop bucket, also I'm told my parents occasionally used to paint on the walls when my mother was a bit clueless with colored markers ... so could not finish counting the pranks that and made throughout my childhood because I was a little naughty, luckily I have changed a bit because of go on like the walls of my house painted by me and would could not have appliances.

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  8. I was borned in Madrid, and in my grandmother's house were a big football camp, however, my friends and I were to little to play in a so big camp, so one day I remember I told them to play a football match between us where the common swiming-pool was, unfortunatelly I shoot a little statue that was beside the swimming pool, My friends and I decide to get the pieces of the broken statue and trow them to the bin so nobody would realise about that. I remember that the fist days I was very nervous, but luckely for me nobody realise about it and we continue playing on that litlle space of the swimming-pool.

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  9. What I remember from when I was small, good or not so little, about six or seven years ago, it was very naughty, was constantly enmovimiento could not sit still, it was as if hyperactive all day jumping, running, and almost always playing football. As I spent all day up and down, as night approached, I began to get tired and sleep came, and so day after day, until I grew more as more up to today, this hyperactivity looked like it had was gradually reduced to the point that the less I move or less better. It's strange, I'll never get to understand, because I like to have the same physical activity now than when I was little.

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  10. When I was young I used to be very bad person, maybe I still am today, but not in the sense of heartless person, but with the sense that everything I did not care, and not to listen to anybody. Never to homework, and now I do, but every once in a while, I always fought with my brothers, and I still doing it, and I always jumped punishment, which I do not now, because finally, I always get the removed. Once when I was 12 I went to my friend's house luis, and started painting on the walls of the house, where our fathers came punished us both, I have not come into the house with parents inside.
    Javier Membrive Riera

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  11. From when I was a kid I remember pretty little, just remember that I was always on a horse when he came to town with my grandfather, who died poor, and it was what I loved most riding. One of the tricks that I will never forget was when I was seven and I was with a friend of mine on a stationery with our respective mothers, then he and I fight and started shooting us in case we had a counter, both went out running away when the seller threw us out anger and eyebrow I broke the door frame and I had to take to the hospital for me to put points. A few days later I was playing well and I was back with my friends and going to school, since that day I have not discussed in stationery.

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  12. When I was little was quite naughty, and I never stood still, My mother spent the days behind me. My biggest prank was as follows:
    When I was four years, my parents, my brothers and I went to spend the weekend at the beach because my father had to finish an important job for the company.
    My brothers went with friends, and I was really bored, so I decided to start painting with watercolors, and I stained the couch when my mother saw it,she was very angry, and punished me in my room all afternoon.
    I did not agree with the punishment, and I decided to get back at my parents. When they were not looking, I took my father's work and I broke into a thousand pieces, I thought to say that that had been my brothers for leaving me home alone and bored.
    They never knew it was me.
    Rocío Salvador 1ºD

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