I rarely let this blog be an outlet for parenting issues (not even sure if I ever have), but this little episode had me laughing so hard IÂ couldn’tÂ breathe (only wheeze), so I had to share it with you.
First, off, discipline has been getting serious these days for a particular only child who needs to learn to respect her parents. The girl was given a choice (ha) of cleaning up, or going to bed a half hour early. She chose neither. She chose tantrum. So, hubs carried her up the stairs, football-style, holding her flailing arms and legs so as to prevent injury (more to him than to her).
Iâ€™m not sure exactly what attempts at conversation were transpiring, until I heard this (just before he came back downstairs). “You canâ€™t do this! You canâ€™t do this to me!” What was she going to do? Call the ACLU?
When he came downstairs, I asked him how he managed to keep a straight face when he heard that. His response? “Easy â€“ she was trying to bite me at the time.”