This was cute at first, as she was claiming her stuffed animals were hitting her.
A few days ago, she came running over to me, claiming that the baby just kicked her. I looked over and the baby was in his crib, well out of my daughter's reach.
Aha! A teachable moment. I knew there would be several of these during my fatherhood career. What would Bill Cosby do?
My daughter's still little, so I don't want discipline here. I decided that the best tactic was to start with the difference between truth and fiction.
"Sweetie, it's important that you tell Mommy and Daddy what actually happened, you understand?"
"Uh-huh, yes."
"Did the baby actually kick you?"
"Uh-uh."
"When you talk to Mommy and Daddy, you need to tell them the truth, what actually happened. It's important. Okay?"
"OK!"
I continued trying to explain that I knew the baby did not kick her and she needs to tell the truth. When I was done, I said:
"OK. Let's go tell the baby what we talked about."
Satisfied that she understood, we walk over to the crib.
"No kicking, baby! No kicking. No kick me, baby!"
I don't think I got through.
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