You know what sucks? Lego-branded children’s TV shows. I love Lego, and it has given countless hours of joy to every member of this family including me, but the TV shows are objectively the worst thing ever.
This morning I sat George down and said, calmly but firmly, that if he screamed at preschool drop off he would not be getting any of his treasured midday the-other-kids-are-napping screen time. We discussed it until he clearly understood the potential consequences of his bullshit.
And he did it! Pouted a bit, needed five hugs (one-two-three-four-five), but no tears! No screaming!
(The teacher told me at pickup time that he did yell a bit when there wasn’t enough snack for a second helping. Whatever, he was probably starving from all that behaving.)
And so here we are – I’m getting today’s blog post in and sitting with him while he watches Lego: Ninjago, which isn’t Caillou-level bad but is still pretty damn terrible, really.