The Bean has been up to something naughty. I don’t want to punish her or talk to her or scold her or whack her because I’ve tried every one of the options and they don’t work. So I try something new. I play the adult parent who is sad and disappointed by the choices her child is making.
I kneel next to her, hug her and talk to her. My face is buried in her hair and my voice is breaking. It works. She is repentant. She is sorry that she made me sad and that I am crying. Her voice breaks too and she is sobbing. I feel like a piece of shit. How horrible of me to emotionally blackmail a recalcitrant four year old. This must end now.
So I push her away from me, push her hair out of her face and am ready to apologise to her – until I realise that her eyes are clear and her face completely dry and devoid of tears.
The pupil just bested the master.
I recently picked up velcro hair curlers. My hair is in long steps and I thought I’d curl it up at home while going about my business. Of course that didn’t happen. The kids are now playing cricket with the curlers. That is, when the Bean is not sticking them in her hair like burrs.