Something awful happened to me recently.
I was at a bagel place, and Crabtot was melting down as she often does in public eateries. Those of us with spunky children know that while we adore their crabacious, sassy personalities, we adore them much more when they're at preschool and might adore them even more if these preschools would start becoming useful already and turn into boarding schools. (Boarding preschools! What a brilliant idea!! But that's another post.)
Back to the scene: Crabtot was pulling a fit in this bagel place and demanding all sorts of extras on top of her chocolate milk and cookie treat. Then she got to this point in her tantrum that I simply cannot bear, where she jumps up and down and shakes her head and pokes her tongue in and out of her mouth while producing a decidedly unattractive gurgling noise, as though a poltergeist were being wrenched from her small frame.
So I grabbed her hands, dropped to my knees, and said in a sternRead More »from Crabmommy: When parents attack -- public displays of discipline