I get the feeling no one says that to them very much.
So they resort to the modern version of “I’ll hold my breath”
My youngest used to the same sort of thing, only he would just lie down on the ground, not moving. So, I would just pretend to ignore it and wait it out. He would get bored pretty soon.
The only time this ever backfired was when there were other women present. They would immediately assume I was a stereotypical “checkedout” incompetent dad, and rush over and fawn over him to find out “what’s wrong sweetie?” Which is exactly what he wanted.
I’d usually intervene at this point and politely tell them tio stop feeding my son’s temper tantrum. I’d usually get pushback from this, until I would ask them how they handled “I’ll hold my breath”, at which point, usually, one of the mothers would nod sagely and say “oh”.
And thus, with maternal validation, the others would grudgingly accept that *maybe* I was one of “the good ones”
It rather depends on the kids in question.
Or whether or not they’re your own kids.
That’s part of it.
I like that she said “No”. 🙂
I get the feeling no one says that to them very much.
So they resort to the modern version of “I’ll hold my breath”
My youngest used to the same sort of thing, only he would just lie down on the ground, not moving. So, I would just pretend to ignore it and wait it out. He would get bored pretty soon.
The only time this ever backfired was when there were other women present. They would immediately assume I was a stereotypical “checkedout” incompetent dad, and rush over and fawn over him to find out “what’s wrong sweetie?” Which is exactly what he wanted.
I’d usually intervene at this point and politely tell them tio stop feeding my son’s temper tantrum. I’d usually get pushback from this, until I would ask them how they handled “I’ll hold my breath”, at which point, usually, one of the mothers would nod sagely and say “oh”.
And thus, with maternal validation, the others would grudgingly accept that *maybe* I was one of “the good ones”
Well, I have two daughters. When they were little, one was fond of pouting and the other was fond of fits and fisticuffs.
The two twin girls in this comic are not based on my kids. They’re based on real-life twins who were tag-team sociopaths and pure evil.