My son lives for his next piece of candy.
Jokingly, I call him the Candy Man because, seriously, the kid will do anything to win a candy reward.
“Lance, will you please go get in the bathtub?”
“I’ll give you a Twizzler after I’ve scrubbed you clean.”
So while I try not to abuse the candy bribes, sometimes they make my life a whole lot easier.
My son also loves his dessert, particularly in the form of candy, of course. He loves gummy bears and we got into the habit of deciding on a number that he can have for dessert. It’s usually four – his age – but recently he started asking for “four with one bonus.”
Tickled by his clever ability to finagle, I conceded and now give him four with one bonus.
But one day, fed up with his need for a constant sugar-drip running through his veins, when he asked for four gummy bears with one bonus, I flat-out said, “No, you may not have any today.”
He thought about this for a minute. I braced myself for his impending complaints, but instead he considerately said, “Ok that’s fine, but how about zero with one bonus today?”
Now seriously. Come on.
He totally out-finagled himself. I wanted to say no again and be exasperated like I usually am when he won’t take no for an answer, but this was too good.
And so it goes around here. As a hide my grin and tell him no candy, he always manages to get zero with one bonus.
The Candy Man refuses to lose.