{"id":33097,"date":"2005-07-11T11:09:09","date_gmt":"2005-07-11T11:09:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2005\/07\/11\/the-tables-are-turned-2\/"},"modified":"2005-07-11T11:09:09","modified_gmt":"2005-07-11T11:09:09","slug":"the-tables-are-turned-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2005\/07\/11\/the-tables-are-turned-2\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tables Are Turned"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There are few things more frustrating than a toddler who has decided to be bad. In this case, it was C. We have been trying to teach him &quot;table manners&quot; &#8211; no yelling at the table, be quiet when other people are talking, no feet on the table, and so on.<\/p>\n<p>A week or so ago, he decided to be Bad. During dinner he was yelling. Not yelling words, just yelling. &quot;Ahhh!&quot;, &quot;GrrrOUR!&quot;, and that sort of thing. J was doing her best to get him to stop.<\/p>\n<p>J and I have an agreement: when one of us is taking care of a situation, the other does not interfere (unless it&#8217;s requested). In this case, she was having a tough time. With her hurt foot, she couldn&#8217;t get out of her chair very easily. C knew this and was pushing the envelope as far as he could. For example, whenever N would make a sound, C would go back to his worldless yelling. As soon as J spoke to him, he&#8217;d stop. It&#8217;s worth noting here that there are <a title=\"The Watchers Above\" href=\"\/index.php?p=43&#038;phpMyAdmin=y7-wyFW16QINBVwSxwbVWn-cg16\">no fire alarms <\/a>within view of the kitchen table.<\/p>\n<p>J was doing the best she could, but it was driving me crazy. Finally, in the middle of one of C&#8217;s bouts of yelling, I slammed my open hand down on the table. The theory was that the sudden noise would shock C back into being reasonable. The fact was that I was frustrated, annoyed, and tired.<\/p>\n<p>My hand hit the table so hard it knocked over the salt and pepper, made everyone jump, and shot little tingles of pain all the way up to my shoulder.<\/p>\n<p>C stopped yelling. J looked shocked. N laughed and waved his arms. I love N.<\/p>\n<p>I looked at C. He was clearly scared, but instead of being cowed, he chose the angry route. Before I could say anything, he pointed his finger at me and shouted. &quot;No! No banging on the table!&quot; I was stunned into silence, and he continued.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;No banging at C! You have to be nice to C! You have to be gentle. Understand? Do you understand?&quot;<\/p>\n<p>I looked over at J, but she was firmly and clearly on his side. Gathering myself, I mustered a defense, &quot;Listen, I banged because I had to get your attention. You were shouting and we have to use table &#8211; &quot;<\/p>\n<p>This time, he banged<em> his<\/em> hand on the table. &quot;No! No banging! You have to be nice! Apologize. You need to apologize to me.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>The problem here is that I was caught. We&#8217;re not supposed to <a title=\"When Banging Was Fun\" href=\"\/index.php?p=20&#038;phpMyAdmin=y7-wyFW16QINBVwSxwbVWn-cg16\">bang on the table<\/a>, and we&#8217;re definitely supposed to be nice. I had given him the perfect excuse to teach me most of the lessons I had been trying to teach him.<\/p>\n<p>J knew it and wasn&#8217;t even trying to hide her smile.<\/p>\n<p>I tried several other verbal tactics, but C stayed the course. I sat through several minutes of him shaking his finger and lecturing before I couldn&#8217;t take it any more and stood up to start the dishes.<\/p>\n<p>You know you&#8217;re on the ropes when doing the dishes is your best alternative.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There are few things more frustrating than a toddler who has decided to be bad. In this case, it was C. We have been trying to teach him &quot;table manners&quot; &#8211; no yelling at the table, be quiet when other people are talking, no feet on the table, and so on. 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