My little Jonathan knows he is not supposed to play on the table. He is not welcome to anything that may be lying on the table. He knows.
So, here I am, making dinner (eggplant parm... :) and I turn around to find him with a freshly poured glass of water, sitting at the table. Five minutes ago I set him there with a juice box. Being a so-so housekeeper, I still had the Brita pitcher and an empty water glass sitting on the table from lunch time. My first thought is that I am so stinkin' proud of him for pouring a glass of water and not even spilling....much. My second is that he really shouldn't be playing on the table, and if I let it go, it will just reinforce to him that it's ok.
In the end, I decided not to punish him. After all, in his little 2 year old mind, mommy doesn't even know that he had to get on the table to pour the water. So I sit with him and help him drink it. I've created a monster. I guess if I am going to make one, I had better at least enjoy him.
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