Manipulation... A Fine Art

Lately I’ve been thinking about the stats on who is winning the manipulation game, me or the twins. I thought I was ahead since I was able to convince the girls to allow me do their hair each day by letting them pick out of the bucket which hair accessory they wanted to wear that day and I am able to get them in the car for school in the morning in lightning speed with the thought of racing to the car and a cookie as a reward.

But, last night I had to question if they were ahead when they both were crying at 1:30am and I responded to the following requests, "TUCK ME IN MOMMY!”, done……”GET MY LOVEY MOMMY”…..done…...”WAIT..cry, cry”…..”COVER MY FEET MOMMY!”, done…..”MOMMY, GET MY SIPPY CUP”, done….”now, goodnight girls!”…..”WAIT…cry, cry…..” GIVE ME A HUG MOMMY”, done…..” KISS MY CHEEK MOMMY”, done….”now seriously girls go to sleep!”……”WAIT”..cry, cry,… “YOU DIDN’T COVER MY ONE FOOT WITH THE BLANKELY MOMMY”, done……”BUT MOMMY, I NEED A KISS ON MY OTHER CHEEK”, done…..”I love you both but I’m going back to sleep now so good night for realzies this time”.

Once I got back in bed, I found myself lying awake plotting my revenge. I would plan a full on manipulation assault at the breakfast table in the morning by seeing who could finish their entire breakfast before I counted to 20.

I'll keep you posted on the score!