Threats of no presents don’t work with this boy. He must know that he is on the “Nice” list, and no amount of Mommy saying, “Santa won’t bring you presents,” would bother him.
Yesterday, Son # 2 was having quite the fit. He wanted to go to his grandma’s house instead of daycare. Who wouldn’t want to go over there, right? I led him down the stairs and told him we’d call his grandmother so she could explain that she had a doctor’s appointment. This seemed to do the trick for a moment.
After a quiet and calm conversation with his grandmother, he settled down enough to sit at the kitchen table for some breakfast. He then became ornery again, though, saying that he was going to throw his juice if he didn’t have a juice box with breakfast. Daddy and I stuck to our guns, though, and we did not give in.
I looked in Son #2’s eyes and said, “You know Santa is watching you, right?”
He looked up at me with his huge blue eyes and a scowl on his face.
“Don’t you want Santa to visit you?”
“NO!” Son #2 said emphatically, as he began to reach for the cup.
“If you do that, Santa might not bring you presents.”
“I DON’T WANT SANTA TO BRING ME PRESENTS!”
What do you do then? I just looked down at my cereal, continued eating, and five minutes later Son #2 was his usual, chirpy self.
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