It’s easy sometimes, to despair, when you hand a Babybel to your child and they kick off because you took the skin off first and then refuse to eat it.
The tantrums and the strops stem from the most minor or ridiculous things and the reward chart you created with the aim of aiding co-operation just blows up in your face. One measly Milky Way for all that – just one?! How very dare you.
But you see you can’t have ALL the toys you ever want, It’s not ok to exist on a diet of Cheerios, we can’t just buy and live on a boat and the whole ‘DON’T WANT MY FEET ATTACHED TO MY LEGS’ gate? Well I’m sorry but that’s just basic human anatomy.
Google pray tell me – why is my child such a dick?
A screen full of search results arrogantly chant that ‘you should try and understand things from their perspective’.
They know not the value of money, they know not the nutritional value of food stuff, they possibly even, know not the value of having feet at the end of their legs.
Hey Jo Frost that last one, really? REALLY? Surely being 3 is no excuse to have the ridiculous notion of wanting appendages removed for no medical reason?
But i see the point, i get the point. The next time i go to the fridge and retrieve a waxy red circle i will resist the urge (OF A THOUSAND GALLOPING HORSES) to pull its tab. I will hand it over to its recipient whole.
Because sometimes when you are struggling to make sense of all the gross injustices you just have to ask yourself: –
‘How would you feel if someone else peeled YOUR Babybel?’ #thebestbit