So eating Little Man's dinner for him worked tonight. He saw me eating so he decided to try and I got a "Mmm. YUM!" out of him right before he devoured.
My success was short-lived. It took no time for the begging, pleading, crying and screaming to ensue. All for a cereal bar. I held firm. I did not crack and for the 2nd night in a row, the child chose bed after not getting his way.
I'm afraid. I'm very, very afraid. This child's strategy is beyond me and I have that sinking feeling it is quickly turning into the 4th quarter 2 minute warning. I have the ball but the score is definitely NOT in my favor...
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