The Art of Negotiation
My daughter is no dummy. Lately every transaction with her is a complex negotiation. Take dinner time for example. I always try to put on her plate: a green thing, a protein thing, and something she likes, like pasta. So a typical conversation during dinner goes like this:
Me: Do you mean more pasta please, mommy?
Cakes: Buddy! Pasta!
Me: If you eat two carrots you can have some more pasta.
Cakes: [holds up two fingers]
Me: Yes, two!
Cakes: [eats precisely two carrots]
Cakes: (with mouth full and carrots falling out on floor) Buddy, more pasta!
It’s like this all the time lately. Clean-up negotiations are intense. Teeth brushing talks are exhausting. We have many debates over the number of stories at night. I start out by offering two and let her barter up to three. But I always get suckered into at least four, sometimes five. McHotty is even less an opponent for our calculating Cakes. He’s usually good for at least seven stories.
Anyone other suckers out there?