(does anybody else think of Rocky and Bullwinkle when they hear that? I sure do).
After years of crying, whining, bitching, moaning, and standing in the street bawling and screaming at the top of her lungs…
After years of cajoling, pleading, begging, and bargaining followed by demands, threats, and withholding of privileges…
We are proud to announce the crowning achievement of our parenting thus far. BEHOLD:
That girl is ON A BICYCLE. And she's RIDING it. And she's not crying, whining, bitching, moaning, OR standing in the street bawling and screaming at the top of her lungs.
Nor are we — for which the neighbors are truly grateful.
I owe this success to Laurel's obsession with Harry Potter. Last week she asked us for the new Harry Potter video game. We offered to let her take money from her savings for it or to use some of her birthday money, but oh no! She's not going to do that because she is entirely too
tight cheap frugal for that. Then it hit me — Bargaining for Biking!
We'd tried it before, but Laurel never wanted anything badly enough. This time, though, this time I KNEW I had her over a barrel — and I did. I told her if she learned to ride that damn bike before school started, I would go BUY THAT DAMN VIDEO GAME for her and she wouldn't have to spend a penny of her own money for it.
Looks like I owe her one Harry Potter video game. Now. If we can just get her to ride the bike that we just bought her instead of her Kindergarten-y bike, we'll be in business.
In other news, I caught this photo this morning: