Tonight, we had a parenting situation that needed a sensitive touch.
Small boy has grown accustomed to a cafe visit, with cake, as a reward for reading milestones. Not so much the reading every night, but the writing in the home reading journal. It was a deal we made at the beginning of the year with his teacher. She thought it was important, we had her back and enforced it.
Today, he hit 175 days of reading. But he hadn’t filled in the journal. I said no cake. There were tears.
Thank goodness I rock this parenting gig. I found a clip of The Beastie Boys singing “No Sleep Till Brooklyn”, and sang “No Cake Till Tuesday”.
Kid became hysterical for a different reason, and the evening was saved.
Now looking for a reason to introduce him to Nick Cave. Or Snakefinger. Perhaps some Violent Femmes.
Disco Knitter 