Lately Wylie has not been coming to the dinner table. Jason or I announce, "Dinner is ready, come wash hands." Wylie does not come. He more or less continues what he was doing as if there had been no such announcement, no interruption at all. Eventually after a very lot of reminding and cajoling and threatening, he comes. Eventually.
Jason and I have no idea how to handle this problem. Our current parenting manual does not give us clear answers. We had a complicated problem-solving discussion plan ready to go. Then, well, tonight, Wylie handled it himself by completely not coming to dinner at all. We Saran Wrapped his dinner, tucked it away in the fridge, and braced ourselves.
He didn't notice. He eventually came to the dinner table to find just his milk waiting for him. He didn't notice. There was no melt down, no freak out, nothing. He didn't notice.
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