I am now THAT MOM, and you all are free to disagree with my parenting, but I was telling DH last night that I could never understand why mothers would stand there six inches from a screaming kid as if they couldn't hear them. Now I know.
The Woozle and I had to stop at the grocery store yesterday afternoon. She has taught herself a new trick. If Mom is busy talking to the guy at the seafood counter or looking for quinoa, just let out a bloodcurdling screech. Instant attention.
She wasn't crying, it wasn't an unhappy screech, she was just appallingly loud. The first few times, I shushed her and tried modeling a quiet voice For When We Are Shopping. She liked that, but the minute I turned back to looking for green onions that weren't shriveled at the ends, she started up again. She was clearly doing it to get my attention. So I stopped giving it to her.
I ignored the happy screaming. She tried getting louder, and louder still, and my resolve seriously wavered. But my undergrad degree was in animal behavior, and I knew if I kept rewarding the behavior I didn't want, she would keep doing it. So when she screamed, I didn't look, and went on about my business. And when she reverted back to her normal volume, I gave her the attention she wanted.
By the time we got to the cereal aisle, she was tired of screaming and was busy playing with my sunglasses and trying to steal the shopping list.
So yeah, it never made sense to me, but annoying as it is, sometimes there is a reason it seems like that mom can't hear her own kid when someone three aisles over can.
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