Fruit Snack Stand-Off
The Battle of Wills begins NOW.
Enter stage left: Mom and child. Mom's arms filled with work periphenalia (computer carrying case, files, cell phone, and today's left-over lunch containers), day care transfers (dirty big boy underwear and messed clothing, today's art project, and sheet of day's activities), and the today's mail. Child runs to center stage screeching in laughter.
Enter stage left: Mom and child. Mom's arms filled with work periphenalia (computer carrying case, files, cell phone, and today's left-over lunch containers), day care transfers (dirty big boy underwear and messed clothing, today's art project, and sheet of day's activities), and the today's mail. Child runs to center stage screeching in laughter.
Child
Off! Off!
Mom
Just a minute honey, let me put the things down.
Off! Off!
Mom
Just a minute honey, let me put the things down.
Mom helps child remove sandals and places them with the piles of other sandals, boots, and various other types of shoes.
Child
Fruit snacks?
Mom
Just a minute honey.
Child
Fruit Snacks. NOW!
Fruit snacks?
Mom
Just a minute honey.
Child
Fruit Snacks. NOW!
Child stomps to the pantry and hands on the door knob.
Child cont'd
Now Mom. Now!
Mom
Can you wait for dinner?
Child
Fruit Snacks NOW!
Now Mom. Now!
Mom
Can you wait for dinner?
Child
Fruit Snacks NOW!
And the battle continues until: 1.) I give in--which on the bad mommy scale is almost every day or 2.) I can offer an acceptable solution for this treat (cheesy rice on a rare occasion, animal crackers--if it is this week and the moon and stars are aligned, or Goldfish crackers if it is the first Wednesday of the month) or 3.) The child is placed in timeout (which in our case is sitting against the a whole 2 feet behind me screaming) because he has hit, spit, pinched, and/or tried to bite me in his mission to get the ever-wanted fruit snacks.
The joys of mothering a 2 (almost 3) year old.
The joys of mothering a 2 (almost 3) year old.
