Cub grabs some food on his tray and throws it. I sternly tell him No. He blinks and continues eating.
Naomi, ten months:
Naomi grabs some food on her tray and throws it. I sternly tell her No. She looks at me and as our eyes lock, her little face grows red. And redder. Her mouth pinches into a pout and her eyes squint until she absolutely erupts with a screaming cry. She sobs for a good ten minutes, inconsolable and distraught. When she finally calms down, she gives me the most pitiful look as if to say How could you? How could you tell me NO? She continues to act wounded for another ten minutes, until Dadda comes in and saves the day.
One piece of food. One stern rebuke.
One dramatic little Mouse.
I've got my work cut out for me!
Have a lovely day.