Pretty pretty please with sugar on top??
I remember using this particular line when begging for one thing or another. I’m not sure why I thought those extra pretties added to my please would tip my mom over the top, but I guess it was worth a shot. I don’t recall it happening very often, though.
It feels like my kids have been doing a fair amount of their own pretty please-ing lately and frankly it’s starting to get on my nerves. You’d think they’d know after ten and twelve years on this planet that once I give my final answer on the matter, that’s it. They might ask me to reconsider, and if they’re respectful about it then I’ve been known to make sure I’m comfortable with my call.
But if there’s whining involved? Or pleading? Or any hint of fussiness about my answer (included the 100% annoying use of the phrase “but that’s not fair”)? Well, they pretty much sealed their own fate with that approach.
I think we’re responsible for some of the whininess increase. I used to be great at saying no to the kids. When they were younger it was really quite simple – no, we don’t have time to go to the playground. No, we can’t make cookies today. No, you can’t stay up late tonight.
But somewhere along the way I began slipping. Don’t get me wrong; I still toss out plenty of no, but I think it’s less than it used to be. Maybe because they’re more fun now that they’re older, maybe because I know they’re basically good kids…but I’m starting to see entitlement rear its ugly head, and that’s a mess we won’t tolerate around here.
I don’t care how many pretty pleases you toss on top.
Linda’s weekly Stream of Consciousness prompt is open to one and all. Click the link to check out its rules and participating blogs. This week’s prompt is “pretty.”