Dirty little secret

The worst part about this morning? And Monkey's trantrum over the pacifier???

I gave in.

Yup, I gave in and gave her the damn paci.

I know, I know, I rewarded the very behavior I want to suppress/prevent. I know this. And yet, in a supreme moment of cognitive dissonance, and well, because my ears were bleeding and I was panicking as Monkey was shrieking and crawling around on the floor like she was dying....I gave it to her anyway.

I want to share a dirty little secret with you: sometimes a tantrum, like terrorism, works. Sometimes they garner whatever it is the tantrum-thrower wants.....just to stop the wailing, the gnashing of teeth, and the rending of garments. Anything to stop the noise and pain.

And to think that Monkey is only 17 months old. I better man up before she becomes a teenager, or I'm screwed.