Or in my case, if you give a two-year-old an inch, she’ll (try) to take a mile.
The title of this children’s book ran through my head like an epiphany the other night while putting my girls to bed, and it wasn’t because I was reading the book. We had just gotten home after a whirlwind weekend trip. Over the course of 48 hours, I had offered unusual treats (Cheetos and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups), allowed my youngest to stay in bed with me all night (instead of sharing a bed with her sister), and didn’t make her go potty in the bathroom at the Thomas Edison rest area on the Jersey Turnpike. Go ahead and judge, but for the record I was going for “let’s make this as easy and fun as possible.” It worked, at least while on the trip.
Once home, my little girl refused to sit on the toilet (can you tell we’re potty training?), asked for peanut butter cups for breakfast, and cried at bedtime after stalling with 17 unrelated, borderline crazy questions. I’m not sure what I expected since this is the same child who refused to 1) take a bottle from me until we finally switched to a sippy cup, 2) sleep more than four hours at a time until I stopped nursing all together (after nine long months), and 3) drink much of anything other than milk until she tried seltzer (and please don’t even give her a sip of coffee). I have been around kids before and know it is pretty much their job to push the limits and find those boundaries, and it’s our job as parents to set them. I guess I’m just saying, sometimes it’s exhausting.
So to my darling Quinn Alice, keep up the good work. You are doing exactly what you should be, and I will do my best to keep up my end of the parenting bargain. Your persistence is going to serve you well in life. Let’s just hope I’m not writing a parallel to If you Give a Pig a Party anytime soon.
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