Children learn very quickly what kind of excuses get them what they want. At six months, my daughter would cough. Both Mommy and Daddy would turn heads to look. My daughter would smile. Lather, rinse and repeat.
My son walks into the kitchen and points to the counter. He receives a Gerber snack. Lather, rinse and repeat.
My daughter likes to take stuff with her in the car. She would like to take her stuffed bear, her blanket, her water, her artwork, a snack, her hat, her sunglasses, some lip balm (her lips), five other stuffed animals and her pinwheel. I limit her to one item.
"But I'm so COLD, daddy." She completes the effect by shivering.
"It's warm out today, sweetie."
"I don't think so, daddy." This last sentence is sing-songy.
"No, it is warm. It's going to be 100 degrees. My blog post will start out with that fact."
"It's chilly, daddy. I need my blanket."
"You can either take your beloved, can't-sleep-without-it, hope-we-don't-ever-lose-it, best-friend-in-the-whole-world stuffed bear, or your blanket. Which one?"
We went out for ice cream with the blanket.
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