Has anyone ever used the stealth method of parenting? Dances With Shrapnel still holds this one against me:
witchypoo: Time for bed.
DWS: But I’m not tired.
witchypoo: It’s DARK out. (It was winter, dark came at 5:00pm)
or
witchypoo: Eat your corn.
DWS: I don’t like it.
witchypoo? Are you kidding? Did you know if you eat lots of corn, you can see it in your poop the next day?
DWS: Really? (wide eyes as he contemplates the thrill of seeing corn in his poop)







