Walked into the Dunkin Donuts this morning to pick up blogger fuel for those beginning their 24-hour marathon. I passed a mother and her maybe 3-year-old son on the way to the counter; the boy gave me an adorable little-stinker grin as I went by. He had a cup of milk in front of him, and a chocolate donut broken into pieces
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I decided to call her on the assumption that I could be embarrassed into anything. I threw myself on the floor, squalling, hitting the tiles, kicking my feet in the air, rolling, the works. I stopped, and looked at Sparkle. She put the box back. People all around us were laughing their butts off.
A few months later, there was an ad on TV of the same thing happening between a mom and a boy. I must have had twenty links of that ad sent to me.
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And an example of bad training that Lydia saw at about age 5: Mother gives in to child whining and throwing tantrum for candy; Lydia says to me, "She just taught him that having a tantrum will get him what he wants!" in a voice full of horror and disbelief.
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I suspect that's what the end result was (although his mom may have taken his donut out to the car for when he inevitably started whining "I'm huuuungry!").
Also, Lydia has turned out pretty amazing, so I would definitely not argue against your parenting methods! :)
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(w00tw00t, abstinence~)
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