Zeke has carefully developed a technique for getting what he wants that is surprisingly effective. Here is a sample from this afternoon, approximately 3:42pm.
"Want a binki."
"Zeke wants a binki? Okay, you can have one at bedtime, but not right now."
"Want a binki right now."
"Not until bedtime."
"Want a binki."
"You can have one at bedtime."
"Want a binki. Want a binki. Want a binki. Want a binki. Want a binki. Want A Binki. Want a Binki. Want a Binki. WANT A BINKI!"
Pause.
"You can have one at bedtime."
"Ready for bedtime."
Awesome, eh? My patience usually runs out by 5pm, leaving a gap of at least an hour before Mike gets home. To prevent myself from doing something stupid (like screaming back), I usually give in to his demands and rationalize my weakness. (It's okay to watch 10 more minutes of Pooh Bear, I haven't had ten peaceful minutes with Ben all day...Fine. I'll give back the toy I took away because he threw it at Ben's head. He missed so it doesn't really count...)
Next post will be about Ben - I promise.