E: "I see Target! I want to buy a car."
Me: "Sorry, sweetheart.  Dad buys you cars.  Next time you come to Target with dad, maybe he'll buy you one, but we're not getting one today."
E: "Turn around.  Let's go way back there.  Go far away."
Me: "Oh, we can't leave yet.  We have to stop and get Miss S a birthday present.  Remember?  We're going to her birthday party tomorrow at the jumpy castle place."
E: "I don't want to buy Miss S a present.  She can't like presents.  I can't like the jumpy castle place.  I'm not a good jumper.  I have fat feet.  See?  Look. at. my. feet."
Me:  ...nothing.  I got nothing.  How do you counter that kind of argument?
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Tell him fat feet make a better jumper.
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