Mommy:
You have become quite the bargainer in your ripe old age of 2 and 7 months. In one way in particular you bargain is with your music in the car. You want your music played almost always in the car. I try to get a turn with my radio time sometimes. We've used the compromise that when a commercial comes on then we will switch to your music.
On a recent trip in the car you really wanted to listen to your own music. You're attempt was to say, "Change it to a commercial so it can be my turn."
Another way you bargain is with time. We will give you the opportunity to tell us how long before you want to do something like leave the park, go to sleep, or how long it will take you to do something like clean up your toys or eat your lunch. At first we would say, "How about 5 minutes?" and you would respond with a smaller amount of minutes. You are improving on choosing times that are more - your bargaining skills are improving. :~)
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Good Doctor
DADDY: The other day we were driving to our date night pizza dinner, and I asked about your day.
You said you went to the doctors and that, "He was a good doctor."
"Why was he a good doctor?" I asked.
"He didn't make me take my pants off," you answered.
This confused me for a second and not-quite-worried me, but I decided to question further.
"Have other doctors had you take your pants off?" I asked.
"The other doctor today did not make me take my pants off."
"Why did they take your pants off?"
"The doctor did not make me hurt," you said, rubbing your upper thighs, scrunching your chin into a coy smile.
Then it hit me...s-h-o-t-s. Almost every time you've been to the doctor it's been for shots. They have you pull your pants down and stab needles into your thighs. But not this time. This doctor was a good doctor because he didn't give you shots. Am I hearing you correctly?
You're funny.
You said you went to the doctors and that, "He was a good doctor."
"Why was he a good doctor?" I asked.
"He didn't make me take my pants off," you answered.
This confused me for a second and not-quite-worried me, but I decided to question further.
"Have other doctors had you take your pants off?" I asked.
"The other doctor today did not make me take my pants off."
"Why did they take your pants off?"
"The doctor did not make me hurt," you said, rubbing your upper thighs, scrunching your chin into a coy smile.
Then it hit me...s-h-o-t-s. Almost every time you've been to the doctor it's been for shots. They have you pull your pants down and stab needles into your thighs. But not this time. This doctor was a good doctor because he didn't give you shots. Am I hearing you correctly?
You're funny.
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