09 Jul “I swowing a fit.”
“Finish your last bite of pear, Corban, and you can get down.”
“Umm…no sanks, I full.”
“You may eat it, and then you may get down.”
“I don’t wanna eat it!!!!!”
Recognizing this as a battle of the wills and having nothing to do with food, I decide to remain firm.
“You may eat it.”
Fists pound, feet kick, lungs scream.
I walk out of the room, completely ignoring the tantrum, as it is clearly for attention’s sake.
“Mom! Moom! Mooooooom!”
Walk back in room.
“Mom, I swowing a fit.”
“MOM! I need a timeout!”
“Sure, I’d be happy to let you sit in timeout…after you finish your pear.”
Pear slowing enters mouth. Feet drag to the stairs. Hehe. I guess the old timeouts-can’t-save-you-from-pears lesson has been learned.