It occurred to me that my recent post titled My Mouth is a Volcano may have started off a bit negative. I do have an amateur level of schooling in today’s child-rearing vocabulary and the latest psychologist-recommended techniques. I am readily aware of the constant and relentless “no-ing” of our youth…
So this past Friday night at Pizza My Heart, as Nate enjoyed his piece of Maui Wowie, I should have said something factual and non-judgmental like, “Ham is for eating,” rather than “Nathaniel, ham is not a washcloth.”
And later on during that same meal, I should have said something to the effect of, “We wear pants at the dinner table, please sit down” rather than “Do not take your pants off in a restaurant, Nate. What. Are. You. Doing??”
Duly no-ted.