freecocoa: Kai tpia sha never disappoints .

Uyi Iredia:

Na spanking is too harsh. Moreso given his age. You sef know that babies can be more bothersome than that. Here's a bit of me. At about the age of the child mentioned in the OP I had a phobia for lifts. The reason as I can articulate now was simple: when a lift starts to ascend your heart does a little fillip and this scared me and my response was to cry because I disliked the sensation. My Dad in particular suffered carrying me on lifts at that age. On one occassion I cried as loud as I could but my Dad didn't spank me. In any case I outgrew it later on. The lesson here is that there'll be some things little kids do that are embarassing but inasmuch as it is within reason, especially of the timidity we know of kids. We should give them time and encourage them to outgrow it. Beating isn't needed.

freecocoa: Kai tpia sha never disappoints .

agent9: read dis pls
http://m.wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102013243

Perfect! Thanks

Baybe: Perfect! Thanks

lalaboi: Spank the naughtiness out of the spoilt little thing. . .

tpia@:


how many threads do you psychos need to open to abuse people's children?

first its they're disturbing you on a plane/bus, now its they're disturbing you elsewhere.

maybe you should consider moving to a no-kids zone if your brain is constantly disturbed by the sight of kids?

what is really i.diotic is the fact that should seun or mukina say its their kids who are doing whatever you say is getting your goat in public, you asss kissing sycophants will be falling over yourselves in a slobberfest and attacking anyone who says otherwise!

se na because neither of them has claimed any kid yet, so you feel its cool to be bashing children anyhow, bunch of intolerant freaks.

Ishilove:
Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child, but the rod of correction will drive it far from him -Prov 22 vs 15

aniffy4eva: I give him "the look" and say his name sternly (and only once).

dhtml14: @topic, by flogging the child with an END-TIME-WHIP!

chucky234: My love where have you been? Searched everywhere for you my angel,missed you load.

chucky234: OP you never born and you don already dey do the mathematics how you go take dey spank the pikin, abeg take am easy, comot dat spanking grammar for your dictionary make the pikin get peace when him or she arrive .
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The best way to deal with a child is to develop a healthy communication culture with the child from toddler,that way the child understands when you say intend to "stop" and mean it.
My daughter understands that,I dont spank her because there is always no need to.

Baybe: I saw one at the bank yesterday. The child should be about 2 years old. He refused to be carried by the mum preferring to seat on the floor blocking people's way. If the mum tried to carry him, he started to cry. I felt like spanking him real hard . I pitied for the mother shaa, see disturbance .

tpia@:


too many god forsaken bullies in this place!

the only thing they know how to do sit on their miserable behinds and attack others, awon oloribuku alailojuti.


would you like to bet this crappy op's kids would be worse than anything she's describing here?

Baybe: I saw one at the bank yesterday. The child should be about 2 years old. He refused to be carried by the mum preferring to seat on the floor blocking people's way. If the mum tried to carry him, he started to cry. I felt like spanking him real hard . I pitied for the mother shaa, see disturbance .

booqee: seriously you need to release the bitterness and hate in ur mind. U sound like a very bitter person

Every day, I suit up for battle. It's not just the usual twice-a-day stuff like "I don't wanna go." or "I don't wanna eat that for breakfast."

I'm talking about something every hour. Telling me that all the tags in her clothes are itchy and that she hates toast, even though she had eight pieces the day before. Getting up in her brother's face like The Gooch, ripping anything and everything away from him so that he'll never enjoy a moment of his childhood. Falling to the ground, claiming her "knees hurt" when I ask her to walk up the stairs, as I stand behind her holding eight grocery bags and her brother around my neck. Protesting that something is too cold or hot when it's the exact opposite. Refusing to get in the bathtub because she thinks the flower petals from her bath fizzy are dirt. And reenacting Indian war dances as soon as I get on the phone with my student loan reps. Screaming, pushing, punching, biting, spitting, back-talking, karate kicks and testicle head butts. All in a day's work.

So, you could imagine the joy I experienced a few months ago when we began sending her to preschool two days a week.

Anyway, Ava's parent-teacher conference was yesterday. I had to go. Not that I HAD to go, I WANTED to go. I WANTED to see what her teachers had to say about this straight-up bullsh*t that was going down. I wanted to count the wrinkles and gray hairs that she's given them since September. I wanted to confirm that she made short work of them, as I strutted around the room like a rooster, bobbing my head, flapping my elbows and cock-a-doodle-doodling in your face!

But I kept my cool. For a few minutes, anyway.

My wife and I walked in and sat down. We exchanged a few pleasantries and the teacher began...

"Your daughter is amazing. Your daughter follows directions and always cleans up after herself. Your daughter respects and gets along with the other kids. Your daughter shares well and is courteous. Your daughter is a good friend. Your daughter is a joy to have in this class."

I looked over at my wife with a furrowed brow and with only my eyes, said, Who in the hell is this girl she keeps calling my daughter?

Clearly, this woman is on drugs, or maybe she's got Alzheimer's, God bless her.

MY daughter boycotted bananas because she once saw a housefly land on one. MY daughter pulls and stretches the hell out of a brand new shirt, throws it on the living room floor and then tells me it doesn't fit. MY daughter screams at me like Sam Kinison to not look at her while she's pooping.

So, who was this Jekyll n' Hyde? Where did she come from?

According to her teacher, this is somewhat common. Kids learn quickly how to manipulate their parents and know exactly what buttons to push and when. Perhaps it's an early stage of rebellion rooted in her trying to find her independence.

Fine. I get it. That makes sense. I need a helmet, some Kevlar body armor and a therapist for the next few months. Done deal.