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I’m making the bed. Rob enters our room in a huff.

Him: “Gawd. She is so bossy.”

Me: “Which one?”

Him: “The little one.”

Me: “What did she do now?”

Him: “Well, she was looking for her Pink Silky and she asked me where it was. I told her it was in her crib and said ‘Go upstairs and get it.’”

Me: “Yeah.”

Him: And she said “No, you go get it.”

Me: “Um-hmm. So, what did you do?”

Him: “I went and got it.”

Me: *raise eyebrows* *stare* *blink* *blink*

But, in all honestly, it was probably for the best. Otherwise, things likely would have escalated into screaming and a tantrum.

And I just can’t take it when Rob cries.

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I am often asked why my daughter Katelynn, age two, has such a unique and difficult different personality compared to my other three children. The explanation is quite simple, as my parenting plan has been deliberately and markedly different for Katelynn since the beginning. (After all, she is my last baby.) So, in light of all the curiosity surrounding my childrearing approach, I felt it only fair to share the methods of my madness success. Here’s how I do it:

Setting the Example

1. Teach your child the concept of taking responsibility by blaming yourself for all her problems. [Her therapist will blame you later anyway.]

2. No one is perfect. You can easily teach your child this concept by pointing out other family members’ flaws and weaknesses. Doing it to their faces also teaches her the concept of brutal honesty. She has to learn it sometime.

3. Give her lots of opportunities to learn from your mistakes. This one requires no further explanation. You make a LOT of mistakes.

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This evening, Rob was out of the house for about an hour running errands. Okay, to be honest he was grocery shopping because I was not in the mood to make a grocery run tonight. Or any other night. Or day.

Anyway.

So while Rob was gone, I helped Jake and Jenna with their homework and then ran around the house like a madwoman cleaning, straightening, and generally picking the place up. [To relieve some of my guilt.] And when Rob arrived home, I continued to fold laundry while he put the groceries away. Since I was not in the mood to do that either. I’m pretty moody by nature. In case you were wondering.

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