That's my boy. That's Wyatt this week. He was awesome yesterday at the lake, but today was catch-up day at home and that lends to some "lettin' loose" when it comes to the boys. His older brother found Wyatt's Loco Roco video game wedged in the couch cushions and offered to return it to him if he would go find the Transformer bullet he (Wyatt) was suspected of hiding in his room. Wyatt gave it about a 30 second hunt and gave up. He decided to torture Mom until he got his way but I didn't go for it. It wasn't a tall order to look around his room and in his toy box for the bullet, he was just being lazy. He had a choice to let it drop and forget the video game but no, whining full-volume next to Mom is waaaay more fun. Throw in a little tugging and yanking on the rug she's standing on and wow - entertainment to no end if you are 7 years old.
What did mom do? Ignore. Ignore for another 5 minutes. Ignore some more. State the facts, "look for the bullet and the game is returned to you", Ignore some more while cleaning the sink. (by the way, the whining actually enhances the scrubbing -sink looks great!).
What did brothers do? Brothers were so sick of it they offered to hand over the game just to spare me!
Now, how did I snuff out my little volcano? I got out the video camera and erupted it. It only took a second for him to scream and run into my room and close the door. Within 5 minutes he returned, whistling and stated, "Mom, I'm going to go look for the bullet."
Chalk one up for Mom today!