This gentleman gets it, and kudos to him for Being The Dad.
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As may prove to be no surprise, it reminds me of one parenting encounter of my own, years and years ago. One day, TDW-Mark I, our children and I were out someplace having dinner. It had occurred to me that TDW-Mark I might enjoy an evening NOT in the kitchen, and so we bundled up our brood, and went out to dinner. So, there we were, conversating and dining and generally having a nice time, when Number Two Son, whom we will call Charlie, apparently decided that he was not receiving enough attention. Now, Charlie was, at this point, something like 3 years old. I expected that he would know better, but, well, I was mistaken.
So, he was yelling, and standing up in his chair, and generally making a scene. I attempted to verbally redirect him, but, no-go.
My wife was not enjoying the shenanigans, and therefore I decided to remedy her dilemma. I stood, scooped Charlie up, placed him over my shoulder, “fireman’s carry” style, and walked out of the restaurant.
I could feel the eyes on me, as we departed, with a Bill Engvall-esque vibe of “somebody’s gonna get a whooping!” But, I had a slightly different plan. (don’t imagine that I was not tempted…)
Outside of the restaurant was a low stone wall. I sat Charlie thereon, and assumed my R. Lee Ermy persona. I placed myself nearly nose-to-nose with my son, and barked, “You are not a baby! You know how you are supposed to act! This acting up is NOT acceptable! You will sit there, quietly, until you are able to behave correctly! Do you understand me?”
His eyes teared up, and he replied, a quaver in his voice, “Yes, daddy.”
I snarled, “Very good! Now, you tell me when you are able to behave like you know you are supposed to!”
I stood, wrapped one hand in the other, behind my back, and paced back and forth before him, a scowl written large across my face.
After several minutes of this pacing, I turned to my son, and addressed him. “Have you had enough? Are you ready to act right?”
He sniveled, “No, daddy. Not yet.”
I had to abruptly turn, to hide the smile that burst across my face, and to hide my struggle to not laugh out loud.
Another couple of minutes later, he volunteered, “Daddy? I’m ready to behave, now!”
We re entered the restaurant and Charlie was subsequently the very model of proper toddler behavior.
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