Friday, June 14, 2013

Because His Imagination Can Still Go There

Horrible, but effective, use of guilt to get things done:

Me:  J, if I have to tell you one more time to go and brush your teeth, my head will literally explode.

J:  It wouldn't LITERALLY explode, mom.  (eye roll)

I establish very strong eye contact and then say:
"How is it that  you so sure about that?  What if it did?  What if the very next time I say the words 'Go. Brush. Your. Teeth', my head popped off and exploded all over this room?  You would be without a mother.  Motherless.  No one to tuck you in and make you food and watch Adventure Time with you.  Is that what you want?"

He shrugs and I say:

"Go ahead.  I dare you to make me say it one more time."

We stare each other down for a solid 5 seconds before he turns and wordlessly walks into the bathroom.

This morning's score: mom 1, kids 0.


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