thankfully, i figured this out early on, so when people would compliment dylan's good behavior at a restaurant or in the nursery, i could deflect it. she never threw tantrums or cried, but i couldn't take credit for that: she was just a sociable kid who was pretty easy going...except for the sleep battles. her good behavior was God's grace--we couldn't have suvived those first 18 months otherwise.
now that she is two and prone to public outbursts and domestic drama, i try not to take it super-personally, either. dylan is
if anyone has discipline tips for toddlers that don't involve spanking, i'm all ears. time-outs only do so much.
anyway, you know how people alway reference little boys' ability to turn anything into a gun as inherent in their gender make-up?
apparently interest in guns can be nurtured, too. (awesome, right?)
it is morning. jim and suzannah are cuddled together on the couch. dylan plays within arms reach. she picks up a slinky and aims it at her parents.
dylan, with enthusiasm and a big grin: shoot!
jim, firmly: no. we don't shoot people. what do we shoot?
dylan, cheerfully: deer!
jim: what else do we shoot?