...being a father of girls this age. What I am talking about are those moments when you say "Come here." to your daughters. Now, you can get 1 of 3 responses.
1 - they come to where you are. This is not infuriating, its gratifying.
2 - they run the other way. This is, while not infuriating, most annoying.
3 - they smile at you and stand there, sometimes swaying back and forth, as if to taunt you into believing they may actually heed your directive. This is infuriating.
And it's not like I can do a whole lot. A quick swat on the backside for the older one, but she sees this coming, and will jump to comply once I start this process and then I really can't proceed. Giving the younger one a smack on the butt isn't really going to help, she wears a diaper anyway, so that's not going to deliver the message.
I dislike doing it anyway, but I also know "spare the rod, spoil the child". That is the burden of parenthood, I believe now. It's not so much the financial burden, the time burden, etc. It's that burden of having to enforce what you know if the right thing on a kid that doesn't want to know it. I sort of feel for my parents, now.
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