Like I said earlier,ever since the peapod started walking and discovering new heights in the house, I was always pleading before I ran out of patience and would smack the little butt. I was tired of the pleading business and the smacks which got us no where. More effective measures were required for the little terror that did not understand "No" or ignored my sterns like I was the mouse in the house who had no business acting strict or stern. A variation of the "Time out" started getting me the desired effects. Since staying still in a confined space was not a concept that could be taught easily to these tods, I used to just lock her up in a room for a minute. She would cry, howl for a minute and come out and be a good girl. She would clean-up or the message of no hitting jellybean was drilled in. I don't remember when was it exactly I stopped using "Please". But these days the "Please" has come to haunt me.
Girls: Mumma choclate
Mumma: You just had 2, we will have after dinner now.
Girls: Mumma please (with the head tilt, just like how I used to do it)
Mumma: No Kuttu
Girls: Mumma please ..please ..please.
Girls: Mumma duck quack quack(for the 10th time)
Mumma: Three little ducks that I once knew...
Girls: Mumma duck quack quack
Mumma: No Kutta, Mumma is tired.
Girls: Please ....Please duck quack quack
Mumma: Kuttu please keep the spice dabba back
Girls: Please Mumma ...Please
I still have to figure out how to deal with the "please" and not refuse all their pleads, least tomorrow they turn the tables back on me.
My sister is very found of crows. Her solution to all problems are crows.
Kids: Mumma choc late
Sis: The crow took it away (with a lengthy description of how the crow flew in when they weren't looking and how it flew away.)
Kids: endiye...endiye (after the spice dabba went missing mysteriously when they had just looked away for a second.
Sis: Oh the crow came and took it away.
Now the crow haunts her
Sis: Where is the spice dabba you were playing with
kids: Kaka poi (the crow took it away)
Sis: Where is my Dupatta you were playing with
kids: Kaka poi
The crow story is always narrated only to my sister never to me and I am always countered with Please. They play really fair. Such brats I tell you.