I love my kids, I just hate parenting
This is probably the last day of 2014 that I won’t wake up with a hangover… and yet I still don’t have it in me to write a blog post.
Thankfully it’s Wordless Wednesday, so here’s a picture of my son from two years ago.
Maybe it’s not exactly what you wanted, but don’t be a spoiled brat.
![[E-Card] Parenting Euphemisms](https://i0.wp.com/dadandburied.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/defiant-euphemism-tweet2.jpg?resize=500%2C148&ssl=1)
Sometimes we parents have to lie to our kids.
To put it another way, if it makes you feel better: sometimes we have to use “parenting euphemisms.”
Like these…
A few days ago, we procured a reward chart for our son.
The hope is that by incentivizing his behavior we can train Detective Munch into a decent, reasonable person instead of the feral four-year-old he currently is. Our typical repertoire of threats is neither working nor healthy (nor really stopping because I’m terrible at this new “reward” method!)
So far, it’s been going okay. If he brushes his teeth (without a fight), or goes to bed (without a fight), or eats his dinner (without a fight), or gets dressed for school (without a fight), he can earn rewards like dessert, and TV, and not getting yelled at by a dad who is at the end of his rope.
It got me thinking about what a chart for parents would look like. So I made one.
