Saturday, November 17, 2007
One...two...
I stumbled upon a very effective method of "threatening" Emma a little while ago. When she is stalling or balking at a directive from me I start the count, "One, two..." That's usually as far as I get. She hustles on two. She always asks me, "What happens on three?"

Frankly, I don't know. I tell her, "You'll be punished." She always answers, "I don't want to be punished."

Somehow she intuitively knew that me saying "three" would be a bad thing. I didn't teach her that.

Whatever works, man.
Written at 4:41 PM by Highlandgal.
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