Leading the witness
Kids manipulate the parents into doing things, but it can go both ways. I ended up being very tired on Halloween night and didn't want to brave the rain to trick or treat. Mind you, I've done this every year for the past six years, and I remind myself that to feel less guilty for sitting this year out.
Trick or treating occurs at my bedtime. I get tired around 5:30 and I go to sleep at 6:30 p.m. 6:30 is when Olivia and our friends begin haunting the streets.
I had hopeful intentions of going along, but as the twilight neared, I told her I had to beg off and let Daddy just handle this. "No!" she pouted, and stomped her foot. "I want Mommy to go, too!"
"Well, if I go, it'll be a quick spin around one block and then we have to go because I'm tired. Or if Daddy takes you, it'll be the full neighborhood and playing with Amanda afterwards," I said. In the past years we've stayed out until 9:30 p.m. because everyone knows after you pillage the streets for candy, you and your friends have to admire the loot spread out across the living room floor.
"I want Daddy to take me," came the quick reply.
Claus shot me a look for leaving him high and dry - or sopping wet, as the weather called for. "No fair. That's like asking, 'Do you want a little bit of candy or a lot of candy?'" Oh, my husband. He is such a good man.
I've done this before. I wanted her to want to take a vacation in Australia so I showed her a picture of a kangaroo as a representation of the entire continent. That sealed that deal.
Yes, I'm guilty of leading this witness!