I understand that a couple of parents have candy or toys when they come to pick up their children from preschool. It is how they get them in the car. The promise of treats. You heard this through the grapevine and now expect a Transformer (Transbormer)every time I come to collect you. Which would be 12 Transbormers a month. Pretty sweet deal. Not gonna happen. I love you too much to bribe you to obey Momma. When I tell you to get in the car I expect you to get in the car. I can promise you hugs and kisses, a ride home, peanut butter, honey sammiches for lunch and my eternal love.
I am willing to endure your yelling, screeching, whining and kicking in response to the word no. I am willing to fight this battle with you now while you are 5, not when you are 15.
You are the best Tims I've ever had!