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“Mom, can I have some cereal?” the little darling asked, in
her sweet, innocent way.
“When I asked you before, you didn’t want anything. Why wait until after you’re tucked in?”
annoyed, Mom worked to keep her tone kind and even.
I’m sure three-year olds do this on purpose. Make decisions on the spur of the moment, as
it suits them. In this case, this was
yet another sneaky attempt at a bed time stalling technique. Some days, we know she’s playing. But this night, she hadn’t really eaten much
for supper. A bowl of her favourite
cereal becomes a must. If she didn’t
eat now, then she’ll keep coming out of bed, looking for something to eat. Her tone would soon start to change into that
grating whininess that just irks Mom to the core. Let’s avoid confrontation, thought
Mom.
“Come on, Honey.
Sit at the table to eat your cereal.” Mom sighed in resignation. Much better than the firm tone that was so
close to cracking the edge. “When you’re
done, please head straight back to bed”.
“Oh, thank you, Momma”, she replies gratefully. The smile in her tone matched the adorable
grin on her face.
