The level of negotiating and explaining that is currently required for me to get Sam to go along with anything I want him to do is getting exhausting. It’s easy as anything, but so very time-consuming.
“Sam, it’s time to put the laundry in the dryer!”
He ignores me. I decide on a bribe, since I could use a treat myself, and suggest something he’d asked for earlier.
“Sam, would you like ice cream?”
He runs over to the fridge and looks up at the freezer.
“No, no, we have to buy it. Let’s go to the store. But first we need to put the laundry in the dryer.”
“No no no no no no.”
And this is where the all-important technique comes in:
“Sam, would you like some ice cream?”
“Great, let’s go put the laundry in the dryer so we can get ice cream.”
So we go to the store, we buy the ice cream plus stuff for dinner plus Fritos because I am hungry and pregnant, and then we walk home. And he dilly-dallies like crazy.
“Sam, do you want ice cream?”
“Let’s go home so we can eat it.”
He picks up the pace for approximately five seconds.
This whole process was repeated, with a lot more repetition in the explaining and negotiating, half an hour later when we had to go get the laundry out of the dryer and he wanted to watch a movie instead. I am learning patience, I guess.