The TMI Files. Discipline me, baby!Ahhh. The joy of Discipline.
I'm not talking about tie me up and beat me, hotstuff (save that for another time!). I'm talking about recalcitrant rugrats. My minor gorilla in particular.
So I watch SuperNanny and get lovely ideas about the naughty corner. That's not too bad an idea. I ask Magilla to do something, and get told no. I ask again, and get refused again. I explain that I'm going to ask one more time, then count to three. If I get to three, then she gets to go in the corner.
LOL I think she's spending too much time there. It's almost become a game to her, and if I'm saying or doing something she doesn't like (like when she asks for ice-cream and gets told no), then she starts counting to three, and then tells me to go into the corner. 'You don't say no to me.'
Needless to say, I've yet to obey her, but it is so hard keeping a straight face when being told off by a toddler. She gets this stern expression on her face, she's got my tone of voice almost perfect, and the hand gestures.
I have to explain that I won't be told what to do by her, and she is supposed to do what I ask.
What I really want to do is fall about laughing. It's got to be one of the funniest things I've ever experienced. Especially when she's counting off on her fingers, and holds up three at the two count.
It's slowly working, though. Today she only went into the corner once. A couple of times I had to count as far as two.
YAY! With luck she'll be under control by the time I'm 70.