The other morning Nick, Henry and I were laying around on the couch together. At one point Henry reached up to pull on my glasses and I said (in my most firm mothering voice) "NO Henry. NO." And do you know what he did? Did he put his hand down and say, "Oh, sorry Mama. My bad. I didn't realize those were off limits". Um, no he didn't. He melted down into a puddle of pitiful. His entire body going limp as he SOBBED about this HORROR of not being allowed to rip my glasses off my face.
The meltdown lasted about a minute. I don't think there were any actual tears. Then he looked up at me, and half smile on his face, and then he did it. He went for my glasses again. As if to say, "SEE how much I want them! You wont allow me to get that upset again, will you??" And when he got the "NO HENRY!" for the second time, it was back into the meltdown. "WORST MOTHER EVER!" he seemed to scream and he once again collapsed in my arms in the pits of despair. But I was not moved. We have been working on the word "No" a lot around here. He cannot convince me with these fake sobs.
When he picked his head up off my shoulder for the second time, he slowly raised his hand again. I gave him a look. A "don't even try it" look. And his hand dropped. He was over it. Moving on to the next thing to explore. Nick on the other hand, he was not over it. That's when he said, full of heart ache for Henry's despair, "You broke his spirit! He is just a husk of a baby now." My husband, tough as nails. Henry may not be able to convince me with all those fake tears, but Nick is another story entirely. I never knew I would have to be the tough one around here.