These days, Keltan is very aware of what hapens when stuff is thrown into the trash - it goes into the trash truck and is never seen again. This knowledge of how the world works is very helpful in convincing him to cooperate and/or obey. For instance, one day he was throwing a ball down the stairs. I told him he needed to stop. He did it again. I then told him if he did it again, the ball would go to the trash. Well, you kniw he did it again (he is, after all, Inga's son). So, I took the ball and made a long, slow, agonizing trip to the trash can, with a pleading son following behind me, and, as he watched, dropped it into the trash can and shut the door. Aparently, that made an imoression on him, for now when I tell him something is going into the trash, he pays attention.
I tell you this to set up what just happened this afternoon. We could not get him to lay down, close his eyes, and take a nap. We tried telling him he could go play outside with Daddy if he took a nap. He said, "I can run? (as he kicked his feet) and kick the ball?". Still, he wouldn't sleep. Finally, I told him if he did not close his eyes and be still, I would throw the back yard into the trash. "No, no throw away back yard!". And now he is sound asleep. Thank you, Keltan, for saving me a LOT of hard work!
Friday, January 13, 2012
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