Today on the way home from the gym I handed Turo a graham cracker to tide him over until we got home to make lunch. After his first bite, the negotiations begin.
Turo: “Can I have five crackers?”
Mama: “We are going to eat lunch when we get home. You can have one cracker.”
Turo: “Two crackers?”
At this point Turo busts out with his 99%-fake-I-didn’t-get-my-way-cry. So, I calmly reach into the back seat and take away his cracker. And I tell him he can’t have any if he’s going to throw a fit. This, of course, ticks him off even more. The volume of his crying increases a few decibels, and he emphasizes his point with a couple of seat kicks.
He finally calms down by the time we get home. Once we are in the house, he declares, “I’ve stopped crying. Can I have my graham cracker?”