Katie had a tough decision to make. She was two bites of spaghetti away from the promised land. She could nearly smell the candy that was awaiting the final gulp of tomato sauce and pasta.The problem was, she didn't want the final two bites of spaghetti. She wanted the candy.
So, she did what all well trained 21 month old kids do...
She threw a fit...
She screamed and flailed with the best of them.I tried reasoning with her. I told her two more bites of spaghetti and the candy is all yours.
Again, she liked the candy part of the reasoning, but wanted nothing to do with the spaghetti part.
She figured, if I cry enough, he'll eventually give in and let me have the candy. If he can just see how upset it makes me that I don't have the candy, he'll realize giving it to me is the best option.

So, as I explained to her the situation, she turned it on... puppy dog eyes... big lower lip... tears...
Then, when I walked away, to clear the table, or to go get something, she put the tantrum on pause, almost like flipping a switch.
She didn't want to waste the theatrics on herself. She wanted to make sure she had my full attention for the show.
And sure enough, when I returned to the table, the show resumed.

And what a good show it was! I especially liked how she dramatically put her face in her hands, as if the lack of candy was too unbearable to take.
It was all I could do to keep from giving her a round of applause.
I wish I could say this story ends with a mouthful of candy, but it doesn't.
Instead, it ended with a warm bath, a bed time story, and a goodnight kiss. (Of course, I'm sure there was also a late night brainstorming session in the crib as to how to improve the show for next time!)


