I’ve spent the last two weeks breaking up fights between a five year old girl and an almost two year old boy. There has been lots of screaming and crying (to be honest - not just from the children). I was at my rope’s end. Finally, this past weekend, we decided to pull out the big guns. That’s right - Santa, baby. Matthew doesn't seem to understand the concept of Santa but I kept telling Savannah on Saturday how Santa doesn’t like whiny crying children who disobey their parents. She kept promising to do better. Then, on Sunday, my husband pretended to call Santa concerning her behavior in church and Savannah went ballistic - tears everywhere, pleading with him at top volume not to tell Santa to skip our house this year. I "called" Santa again this evening and another waterworks broke out along with apologies. Then she got to work cleaning up the living room without being asked.
This procedure has worked better than I thought. I really don’t know what we’re going to do once Christmas is over.
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