Rewards for Behavior or Bribery?

by Dana S. Bader
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Big life decisions come when you least expect them and when you are the least equipped to deal with them.  If you have ever witnessed your two year old child flapping around on the floor in a supermarket red-faced and howling because she didn’t get a pack of M&Ms after a mere 36-minute weekly grocery shop in your neighbourhood supermarket, you know what I mean. As you stare gaped-mouthed observing your normally sweet, compliant child turn into a screeching demon, you have an out-of-body experience, thinking, “Can I leave her on the floor and just go to my car?”  However, as soon as the thought is floating around in the ether with you, you quickly snap back into reality and try to find the easiest, quickest way to minimize your mortification and get your uncontrollable child out of the store and away from all of the accusing eyes. With your anger boiling and your shame and embarrassment almost preventing you from breathing, your first thought is to grab the M&Ms and end the humiliation.  You know the M&Ms will end the drama, and you can always have a ‘talk’ with her later. Right?

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RESPECT: This Is What It Means to Me!

by Dana S. Bader
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The other day a relative of my husband visited the house with her three year old son.  Three days later, I am still recovering from the experience.  Although I love children – come on, I manage a nursery, so, really, I love them – I did not love this little three year old after he visited my house.  More important, I loved his mother even less.  The experience was hair-raising, eye-brow-raising, and forehead frowning.  Although the morning started off relatively well, it quickly turned into a battle of wills between the little boy and his mom, as I demonstrated my eight-armed octopus skills to prevent the boy from serious injury and to save the decorations as the boy jumped from sofa to sofa and swung a plastic sword around precariously close to his mother’s head.  During this display of world-class gymnastics, the mother calmly sipped her tea and tut tutted a few times to show her displeasure.  When she noticed I was breaking a sweat, she finally asked her son to sit down, but, of course, to no avail.  Rather than listen to his mother, he screamed, “You sit down!” and bonked her on the head with his plastic sword.  She just laughed and said, “I just don’t understand why he is so active today.”  I had a few ideas for her, but, to avoid being rude, I decided to move the decorations, calm down, smile sweetly, and save my ideas for my readership.  Let’s hope my husband’s relative is one of those readers.

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Aggression in Children

by Dana S. Bader
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There’s a new toy on the market!  It’s called the Feisty Pet, and it is more than a little scary.  Feisty Pets are dogs, bears, or cats who look sweet and cuddly until you squeeze the backs of their head.  Then they turn into monstrous, teeth-baring creatures that can scare the wits out of you.

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