This is especially true in the father daughter relationship. The so called string is wrapped around the little girls finger so tight...it makes Daddy forget the rules.
I vividly remember secretly hoping my Dad would be the one to take me shopping as a child. Or, at least come along on the trip. Seems as if I ended up getting more goodies when he was around. The "get it and let's go" factor always played a part. And I used it to my advantage.
A "Guess" blue jean jacket. Just what every 5th grade girl longs for in the 80's. My Mother would have eventually bought it for me...I am sure....but, my Dad....he bought it for me right off the bat. No whining, begging, pleading, or promising involved.
I remember bringing it home....so proud....couldn't wait to wear it to school the next day to show off my new digs.
Well...seems as if our little one is winding the string tighter and tighter.
And, you just have to laugh.
The little one is pretty much potty trained. We still give treats after she goes. It works for us....yes, we practice bribery in our home.
One morning, she climbed into bed with a bag of chocolate pretzels. This is at like 7 am.
She did her business on the potty and convinced Shorty that she got an entire bag of pretzels each time she went. Just think it is so funny that she talked him into it.
That little sales girl.
I'm going to see what I can get away with now.
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