Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Let the Manipulation Begin
Stefanie has started work again at the hospital, so today the kids and I were on our own. We had a nice day of movies, books, outside play, and we even made some cookies. Kate and I were sitting in the kitchen. I was finishing up cookies, and she was supposed to be finishing up her lunch.
"Dadda, cookie." {Dad, can I please have a cookie?}
"Finish your apples first Kate."
"Dadda, cookie." {No, I mean I want a cookie right now}
"Kate, finish your apples, and you can have a cookie."
Kate now starts to cry and whine.
"Dadda, coooo-kieee."
"Kate, what do you need to do if you want a cookie?"
"Eat apples." Sniffle, sniffle.
"That's right. Eat your apples sweetheart."
"Dadda." (She now points to her cheeks) "Tears." {Look jerko, you're making me cry with your callouse disregard for my cookie desires}
"Alright, Kate. Have a cookie."
Actually, I didn't give in, but I felt like a schmuck for towing the line. How do they learn to do that so young? Brutal.
"Dadda, cookie." {Dad, can I please have a cookie?}
"Finish your apples first Kate."
"Dadda, cookie." {No, I mean I want a cookie right now}
"Kate, finish your apples, and you can have a cookie."
Kate now starts to cry and whine.
"Dadda, coooo-kieee."
"Kate, what do you need to do if you want a cookie?"
"Eat apples." Sniffle, sniffle.
"That's right. Eat your apples sweetheart."
"Dadda." (She now points to her cheeks) "Tears." {Look jerko, you're making me cry with your callouse disregard for my cookie desires}
"Alright, Kate. Have a cookie."
Actually, I didn't give in, but I felt like a schmuck for towing the line. How do they learn to do that so young? Brutal.
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