You gotta know when to hold them, know when to fold them


Life with my son Ot who is ten, is like an endless game of poker: who has the best pokerface, and who will fold first?

Take dinner for instance.

Ot will start the game

Ot will start the game by saying: 'Yuck, I don't like it. I won't eat this!'
And then I will say: 'I'll see you, and I'll raise you to: 'Fine! No Hannah Montana for you tonight!'

Then Ot ups the stakes by stating: 

'Then I will never eat again. Ever!'

Now the stakes are really high! What should I do? I decide to follow him, and raise the stakes one more time: 

'Agreed, you'll never eat again!'

That'll teach him!

And self-satisfied I lean back in my chair, thinking: 'There! That should teach him!'
But Ot has nerves of steel, and never loses his pokerface. Again he raises the stakes, this time by saying: 'Then I will leave, and never come back!'

I feel small drops of nervous sweat gathering on my forehead: what to do? Never before did I come up against such a strong player! 

I'm raising the stakes one more time

I decide to take a risk, and raise the stakes one more time.
'Alright! Would you like me to get your coat?'
Then Ot gets up from the table. 'Yes thank you!'

And that's when I know I'm beat, and I fold like a cheap lawn chair. So I say: 'Ot put your coat back, and finally eat your dinner!'

And then the game starts all over again...

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5 reacties

  1. Haha! So this is what I'm in for? We're currently in the Terrible Twos, and I am doing my best not to negotiate with my little terrorist--not working out so well.

    Do you ever win these dinner-time standoffs?

  2. My Daughter just turned 11, and she knows that I'd not only help her with her coat, but I'd open the door for her too! But I'm a Daddy, her Mommy would cave like you did. I'm sure in a couple of years, I'll look at things differently

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