Mom: Honey, where are you going?
Son: I want to get a football.
Mom: You can't get a football, it's bedtime.
Son: (sadly hanging head) I wish I was the boss.
Mom: Why do you want to be the boss?
Son: Then I could do whatever I wanted and tell people what to do.
Mom: Why don't you come brush your teeth and then you can be the boss for ten minutes.
It worked. He brushed his teeth, (actually I still brush his teeth for him. But hey, no cavities!) He was excited to be the boss for ten minutes. What did he choose to do? He played a game on the ipad next to Dad. Awww!
Love,
Alison