I'm finding out more about myself than ever before now that I'm trying to parent Judah.
For one, I realize he is a strong-willed child (a la the best-selling book, Setting Limits With Your Strong-Willed Child).
And I, as it turns out, am a weak-willed, naturally compliant doormat.
Very bad combo, this.
Basically, Judah steam-rolls right over my gentle 'suggestions' every time. Unless he really is asking to risk his life (for example, wanting to use the butcher knife), I usually cave. At the first sign of his crumpled up face and his high-pitchy wail, I give in.
Okay, okay, you can bring your toy car out (even though I know it's going to be a disaster when you misplace it and cry bloody murder because you can't find it the next day).
Okay, okay, you can play another 15 minutes in the car (even though we're way behind schedule).
You get the idea. Judah leads, I follow...reluctantly.
Which is why, more and more, I've defaulted to saying, "Why don't you ask daddy?" Obviously Judah gets his strong-will from the spouse and I'll let the two of them duke it out. Pretty much 100% of the time, Judah ends up crying and wailing "Daddy say no to me!"
Ah, sweet victory...by proxy.