This morning I noticed that we were running a little behind schedule, so I told Raisin we’d have to hurry to make it to school on time. Which, of course, caused her to start moving as though our entire house was the Chuck E. Cheese ballpit. When cajoling and yelling shockingly yielded no results, I decided that I would be all Wise and let her experience the natural consequences of being late.
Except she didn’t care. She missed “morning meeting” at school, something she talks about every flippin’ day, and cared not a whit. So instead of teaching her that being slow causes her to miss things, I have taught her that lateness has no serious consequences. I feel really good about that.
Suggestions welcome. (I am considering telling her that we cannot go late — it’s on time or not at all. Which I think would work in the short term, since she loves school and one of the other mothers has tried it with some success. But in the long term would she get the idea that school is voluntary?)