Kitchen Helper

One of my favourite things to do is helping mommy in the kitchen. Mommy tells me that I’m a very good helper and that makes me feel very useful. It’s a great feeling and it motivates me to help out some more. I know mommy appreciates my help and company.

I like to help with the dishwasher. I’m good at taking dishes and cutlery out of the machine and stacking them on the floor. I’m great at splashing around in the residual water that ends up on the open door of the dishwasher. Sometimes I even help load the machine by tossing some of my toys in there.

Once we have the dishwasher loaded and the kitchen tidy, mommy and I get cooking. The first step is to rummage around in the refrigerator. That’s where the food comes from and we can’t cook without food. The moment mommy opens the refrigerator door I run over and get to work.

Mommy goes for the chicken and I grab a box of some sort. I shake the box for a moment but it’s not as satisfying as I hoped so I toss the box on the floor. Mommy searches in the pantry while I continue working in the refrigerator. We work side by side to get the job done.

I spot a cucumber. I love cucumbers! I grab it and take a bite. The cucumber is surprisingly tough and covered in some sort of plastic film. Not as tasty as I remember cucumbers to be. Very disappointing. I guess it’s just not cooked yet so I toss it aside and move on to something else.

I see cheese and I suddenly get a craving for the stuff. I try to grab it but it’s in some sort of plastic compartment that I can’t get open. I give up on the cheese and go for the egg carton instead. I pull with all my might and wrestle the egg carton from its place. That’s when mommy intervenes by grabbing the carton and she puts it back in place.

Peachy is the kitchen helper

How do you get the cheese out?

Mommy gives me a look and asks me to close the fridge. I hesitate and consider my options. If I close the fridge I won’t have access to all the goodies inside. If I don’t close the fridge mommy will do it and I still won’t be able to get at the stuff inside, on top of not having the satisfaction of closing the fridge. I back up, get a good hold of the door, and slam it shut. That felt good!

Next mommy searches around in the drawers and cupboards. She pulls out a cutting board, roasting pan, small pot, knife, brush, and wooden spoon. I get the small pot and wooden spoon while mommy occupies herself with the rest of the items.

While mommy washes and chops, I bang the pot with the wooden spoon. I get pretty good sound out of that thing. I begin to wonder what other sounds I can make. I use the spoon on the tile floor, then the oven door, followed by mommy’s leg. The oven door made the best sound so I go back to banging on that for a while.

I enjoy the sounds I’m making but it feels like something is missing, so I begin to sing. I don’t let my lack of words stop me from singing. I don’t see why I should. Singing is making music with your mouth and you don’t need words for that. After a moment mommy joins in with some mouth music of her own and we sing together while I keep the beat with the wooden spoon.

Once I get bored with singing, I toss the wooden spoon and come over to see what mommy is doing. There’s a lot of chopping going on and I demand a taste. Mommy tells me that she is chopping potatoes and that raw potatoes are not tasty. She reaches into the cupboard, pulls out a baby biscuit, and offers me that instead. I take the biscuit and sit on the floor to enjoy it while I watch mommy continue with her chopping.

By the time my biscuit is gone, mommy is done chopping. She arranges the potatoes around the chicken in the roasting pan while I watch. Then she asks me to stand clear while mommy opens the oven and puts the roasting pan in. As soon as the door is closed I rush over to peek through the window.

It’s dark in there and I can’t see a thing. I complain to mommy and she turns on the light. I look through the window again and sure enough, the roasting pan is indeed in there. I watch it while mommy washes her hands. It’s not doing anything and I quickly lose focus.

Mommy picks up the cucumber I had tasted and gives it a rinse. Mommy pulls out a clean cutting board and a peeler. I know the cucumber is about to be made tasty so I hurry over and demand a piece. Mommy makes me wait while she peels the cucumber and chops off a manageable piece which she cuts into quarters. She hands it to me and I give it a taste. That’s good cucumber!

I ask for another piece and munch away on that while mommy keeps slicing. Then I ask for several more pieces and I keep crunching while mommy chops up other vegetables. By the time mommy is done, I have eaten a quarter of the cucumber. It was a big cucumber.

Mommy puts the vegetables aside for later and she tells me that it’s time for a break. I’m pretty full and a bit tired so I follow mommy into the living room and climb onto the couch next to mommy. We watch TV for a bit until daddy comes home. Then it’s dinner time and we eat the meal that mommy and I prepared. It’s a satisfying feeling to watch people enjoy the meal you made.

Guest Post: Dragon Eggs Activity

I enjoy doing activities with mommy and daddy. We put on hand puppet shows, play hide and seek, and even dig for treasure in the backyard. Activities are fun, exciting, and sometimes I even learn something along the way.

Peachy is ready to do a new activity

What are we doing today?

Mommy does another kind of activity called arts and crafts. I’m a bit messy and don’t follow directions very well, so my involvement in arts and crafts is generally limited to sitting on the floor next to mommy while I wave around bits of fabric and put pieces of paper in my mouth. I may not be ready just yet but mommy thinks that soon I’ll be big enough to get involved in some arts and crafts of my own.

Choosing an arts and crafts activity for a little person like me isn’t easy. It has to be fun and within my scope of abilities so that I don’t get discouraged and frustrated. Above all it has to be safe for me to do. Mommy always says that safety is a priority.

While mommy has been contemplating what an appropriate first craft project would be, we got an email with a guest post idea which first perfectly with this topic. This activity is easy to do, fun, and safe with adult supervision. I think this would be a perfect craft for me to try and you might like it too.


Activity: Dragon Eggs

Encourage imagination and creativity with this magical craft that lets your child make and design his very own dragon egg. A far cry from your standard Easter eggs, these fantastical creations must be peeled to reveal their enchanting wonder.

Dragon Eggs

Pretty!

What You Need:

  • Eggs
  • 2 pots
  • Stove
  • Water
  • Ice
  • Tongs
  • Food colouring
  • Coffee cups
  • Vinegar
  • Plate
  • Paper towels
  • Spoons
  • Timer

What You Do:

– Have your child place 6 eggs in a pot of cold water.

– Put the pot on the stove and turn the burner on high.

– When the water comes to a full boil, have your young chef set the timer for 13 minutes.

– When the timer goes off, have your child create an ice water bath. All they needs to do is fill up the second pot with water and ice.

– Carefully use the tongs to transfer the eggs from the hot water to the cold water.

– While the eggs cool, mix the dye by having your child count out 20 drops of food colouring into each coffee cup.

– Your child should add one tablespoon of vinegar and ½ a cup of room temperature water to each cup.

– When the eggs are cool enough to handle, have your child tap each egg on a hard surface. Tap and turn, tap and turn until hey have gently cracked the entire shell. There should be little spider web cracks running everywhere.

– Let your child place each cracked egg in a cup of dye. If the water does not cover the top of the egg, gently add a little more water.

– Ask your child to line a rimmed plate with paper towels.

– When the eggs have been in the dye for 15 minutes, have your child check one to see if it is dark enough. It may take up to 30 minutes to get a darker colour.

– When the eggs are dark enough, your child can remove them from the dye and place them on the plate.

– The magical colour of these eggs fades after they have been peeled. Have your child call everyone to the table and help them peel the eggs, revealing the dragon pattern to their special guests.


This idea was submitted to us by Education.com. Their aim is to empower parents, teachers, and homeschoolers to help their children build essential skills and excel. With over 12 million members, Education.com provides educators of all kinds with high-quality learning resources, including worksheets, lesson plans, digital games, an online guided learning platform, and more.

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Generation Alpha or Generation Glass?

As a daughter of parents belonging to Generation Y, I am a part of Generation Alpha. My generation consists of babies born between 2011 and 2025. Many of us haven’t been born yet but we are estimated to reach almost 2 billion by the time we’re all here. Make way for Generation Alpha!

The parents of my generation tend to be older by the time their first baby is born, and our families will generally be smaller than the majority of families from the past. Many of our parents will live longer lives than their parents, and will enjoy a slightly higher standard of living. Our parents are more open to switch careers and look for alternative work arrangements. The best feature of Generation Y is that they are much more likely to lavish upon their children both love and material possessions.

Generation Alpha will continue in the footsteps of our parents by becoming the most educated generation to date. In order to be successful, we will need to be adaptable and creative in response to a changing and highly competitive marketplace. With high levels of education and an ingenuity when it comes to career choices, my generation is likely to be wealthier than its predecessors. We will certainly have our share of challenges but plenty of opportunities too.

Unsurprisingly, my generation is, and will be much more technologically supplied. While our parents may remember a world where having an internet capable computer in their home was a luxury, or at least slow dial-up modems that made surfing the net a headache, the world of my generation has free WiFi at every corner. We are being raised in a world of cell phones, tablets, and internet access for all.

However controversial, Generation Alpha is getting a lot more screen time. There are shows and apps made for even the youngest members of Generation Alpha. Some offer exhilarating entertainment and others are brilliantly educational. Some of us are practically being raised by technology and even parents who limit screen time will still allow us more than they had when they were our age. Because of this some people are labelling us Generation Glass.

I have never hidden the fact that I love my screen time and that mommy allows me to play games and watch shows. Some may criticize our family but we have to find the right mix of activities that works for us. Each of our days consist of outdoor activities (weather permitting), indoor play, reading, social time, learning, and screen time. In our family we aim for a healthy mix of activities for well-rounded fun and education.

Peachy with mommy's cell phone

Practicing my screen time

During the week TV is reserved for evenings when we relax after supper. I usually play with my toys while the TV plays in the background but I might watch it if something good comes on. On weekends I love to watch TV first thing in the morning on those lazy days, but if we have a family activity planned we might not watch any TV at all. Weekends are spontaneous and less structured days. They’re full of surprises.

Most days I watch one of my shows on the tablet while I’m eating breakfast. Mommy likes to use that time to empty and reload the dishwasher, and get us ready for the outdoor activity we have planned for that day. The tablet does a good job of keeping me entertained while I eat my fruit. It also comes in very handy if I get impatient on long car rides.

The tablet is where I keep my apps. Mommy likes to get me apps that have some educational component, but a few are just for fun. Some apps I play by myself when I don’t feel like playing with my toys during indoor play time. Other apps mommy and I play together as part of my learning time. These usually consist of pictures which depict common objects and mommy and I talk about the things we see on the screen.

No post about screen time can be complete without a mention of mommy’s cell phone. I never watch shows on it and there are virtually no apps on there, but I love playing with it. Whenever I see it, which is often, I pick it up and play with it. There was a time when I would have to ask mommy to turn it on for me whenever the screen went dark, but after watching mommy do it so many times I can now turn it on by myself.

Mommy’s cell phone looks just like a mini tablet and it functions very much like one too. Sometimes it works more like the house phone. The cell phone rings and a voice comes out of it. A few times mommy put it up to my ear and I could hear daddy’s voice! I try doing that on my own from time to time but daddy’s voice is never there when I do it.

Overall I do spend a good deal of time in front of a screen of some sort. Maybe mine really is the Glass Generation. Some people might see this as a problem but in our family our screens are tools like any other. Sometimes we use them to sit back, relax, and waste time. Other times we use them as aids in our daily lives. Would I be better off with no screen time? It’s hard to say.

What we can be sure of is that screens are not going away and there will be a lot more screen time in my future. Technology has revolutionized the way we work, how we have fun, and the means by which we keep in touch with those we care about. As technology infiltrates our lives further it’s sure to become even more of a necessity. I have many things to learn and skills to acquire and I have to make time for those things, but screens are going to be just as much a part of my life and I need to know how to use them too.

Pitch Perfect Peachy

I’m starting my own band. It’s no secret that I love music and all things musical. My appreciation for music became apparent in the first few days of my life. When I hear music play, I stop whatever I’m doing and I listen. I can’t help myself. Music speaks to me.

It’s not surprising that at 18 months old I would be in a band. If anything, I’m surprised I didn’t think of it sooner. I guess it was for the best to wait until I matured a bit. My musical style is much more refined now and I have added several new skills to my repertoire.

One of the skills I have been working on is my ability to dance. At first I could only do a bit of a bounce on my tush when seated. Next I perfected the twerk while holding the coffee table. Then I mastered the side to side swivel. Now I get my shoulders in on the action while I do a whole body wiggle. It’s good exercise and lots of fun.

I play several instruments which is sure to come in handy for the band. I practice my piano skills every day so that I don’t get rusty. I play my drum because I love to smack things, be they actual drums or otherwise. I practice my tambourine whenever I can find it.

My latest instrument is the xylophone and I am really enjoying it. Mommy and daddy bought it for me a couple of months ago and I have already mastered it. I bash at the colourful bars whenever the mallet finds its way into my hand. Hitting the bars can be tricky but I manage to get at least one with almost every strike.

Peachy practicing the Xylophone

Practice makes perfect.

Sometimes I invent my own unique sounds by experimenting with some of the toys I have. Many play music or make noise. I like to combine the various sounds in unique ways. I’m sure this will be useful for my band. Being able to put various sounds together is sure to put me ahead of the game.

Of course I also sing. I have a great voice for singing. It carries well and I can make it be really loud. I prefer to sing the high notes and my favourite way to sing them is at full volume. My favourite time to sing is when we go shopping.

Grocery stores have amazing acoustics and I love to hear the sound of my own voice bouncing off of the various shelves and racks. Singing while we shop also allows me to practice my performance skills. I love to perform for an audience. That’s why I sing at maximum volume. I want to make sure everyone can hear how musical I am.

When pursuing a career in the spotlight, it’s important to remember that image is almost as important as talent. That’s why I have been developing my own signature style. I know what I like, and more importantly, what I don’t like and I’m not shy about expressing my thoughts and feelings.

That brings me to the final requirement for being in a band. A musician needs to have the right attitude. Passion for the craft is important, and a rebel mindset is a necessity. Luckily I am a natural rebel and free spirit. I follow no laws and avoid the rules.

I think I’m well on my way to becoming a band. I have the voice, the sound, the instruments, a good wiggle, the right look, lots of practice sessions, and the passion. Am I missing anything? I don’t think so. All I need now is my first gig. Anyone need a band?

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Cooking with Mommy

Most days daddy spends the day at some place he calls work, while mommy and I stay home or go out for adventures. On the days that daddy works, mommy and I usually get dinner started before daddy comes home. Making dinner is hard work. That’s why I always help.

We begin the process by opening the refrigerator and looking for the food we’re going to make. I can’t get the refrigerator open by myself, but as soon as I see mommy open it I get right in there to help make the important decisions. I grab the yogurt and salad dressing while mommy picks her own items. Then mommy takes my things from me while I close the refrigerator door.

Next mommy brings our things over to the sink to get them ready for cooking. Mommy gives me an onion to examine while she cuts the fat off the chicken. I get a bit bored and I go into the living room. Once I’m there I realize I’m still holding the onion so I put it down underneath the coffee table.

I hear the water running so I rush back into the kitchen to see what mommy is up to. It looks like mommy is washing the vegetables and I want to help. I squeeze in between mommy and the sink and I get up on my tippy toes but I’m still too short to reach. Mommy gives me a green bean to hold.

I decide to take my green bean for a little run. I do three laps around the kitchen island at a fast jog. Of course a run isn’t really a run unless you’ve got your siren on so I make sure to yell the entire time. Then I get a little tired and I sit down on the floor. This gives me a good opportunity to take a closer look at my green bean.

Half a minute later I’m back on my feet looking for some way to make myself useful. I watch mommy for a moment. She puts the chicken in the oven and heads to the pantry cupboard where she takes something out and closes the door. I decide to get involved. First I look in on the chicken for a moment and then I head over to the pantry. I fling the door open and consider my next step carefully.

Peachy checking on the chicken

Is it ready?

I pull out the bags of pasta and look at them with satisfaction. Next I see a box full of pouches that I recognize. It’s the fruit baby food that gets added to my oatmeal. I take them out of the box and scatter them among the bags of pasta. Finally I go for the jug of vegetable oil. It’s a bit heavy and I struggle with it a little but I manage to work it loose, get it out of the cupboard, and put it with the noodles and baby food.

Time for a little break. I head to the living room and over to the bookshelf. I sit on the floor and pull out some books. I like to turn the pages and that keeps me occupied for a few minutes. It’s nice to have a break after spending all that time helping with dinner. I decide that mommy could use a break too. I grab a book and go to look for her.

I find mommy at the stove putting vegetables in a pot of water. I walk over with my book and hold it up for mommy. She doesn’t notice so I nudge her with it a little. Mommy thanks me for the book as she takes it and puts it up on the counter. That was quick. I decide that mommy needs another book so I head back into the living room and repeat the process.

A dozen books later I figure mommy has had enough reading for the time being. Mommy tells me I’m being very helpful and that I’m a good girl. She says we both earned a break and that we can go in the living room for a bit while the chicken and vegetables cook. We play with my toys for a while.

After a little while the phone rings and mommy answers it. Mommy talks on the phone for a minute or two while I climb all over her and try to press the shiny buttons on the phone. Mommy gets of the phone, gives me a kiss, and heads back in the kitchen. I follow closely.

Mommy unlocks the cupboard with the pots and pans. While mommy searches for the small gravy pot I try to get in the cupboard. It’s not easy to get around the big soup pot. I almost manage to push past when mommy finds what she’s looking for, lifts me out of the cupboard, and shuts the door.

Mommy reaches into one of the drawers and pulls out a whisk. I like the whisk and I reach for it. Mommy gives me a slightly bigger whisk to play with and I’m satisfied with that arrangement. I sit on the floor behind mommy and we both whisk for a bit. I’m done whisking before mommy and I start looking for something to do.

I decide to try the pot and pan cupboard again. I walk over and try to get the doors open but they won’t budge. They’re stuck! I start to get frustrated a little when mommy hands be a cooked green bean and tells me to taste it. I put one end of the bean in my mouth and give it a nibble. It’s pretty good. I like beans.

I’m about halfway through my bean when I hear a noise in the living room. I peek around the corner and I see some commotion at the front door. I get a little closer and I see that daddy is home! I run over to say hello. Daddy scoops me up and snuggles me for a bit. I tell daddy about my day and show him what’s left of my bean. Daddy seems fascinated by what I have to say.

By the time we get back into the kitchen mommy has dinner ready on the table. It smells yummy! I’m suddenly very hungry. I don’t protest while I’m strapped into my high chair. I look at all the delicious food and I’m amazed by what mommy and I can do with just a few basic ingredients. Such a perfect feast and it all started with yogurt and salad dressing.

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Toddler Humour

I have a great sense of humour. Laughter is an amazing stress reliever and everyone should strive for as many good laughs as possible. I make sure that I get my dose of the funny stuff every day. Very few things make me feel as good as a thorough giggle.

As I grow, I find that my taste in humour matures. When I was tiny I found it hilarious when mommy would stick out her tongue. As I got slightly bigger seeing daddy dance for me was the funniest thing. Then blowing raspberries was the big hit. These days my sense of humour is much more refined.

It may not be as easy to get me laughing these days, but there are several things that are sure to put a smile on my face. Here are ten of my current favourite activities for a good laugh. Favourites may change without notice.

Happy Peachy

Here come the giggles!

1. Tickles

I am putting tickles at the top of the list because this is a timeless classic. Nobody can resist a good tickle. My favourite tickles are those delivered by the tickle monster. My tastes may be maturing but I know a good thing when I see it and tickles never go out of style.

2. Being Naughty

Sometimes being just a little bit naughty can be really funny. The secret is to make sure that you don’t cross the line and get into actual trouble. You want to be just a little bit naughty, not a bad baby. It’s great fun when you get into something you shouldn’t, forcing mommy or daddy to get up and stop you. Then you run away only to return to the forbidden activity as soon as mommy or daddy sit back down again. If you haven’t tried this game already, you should give it a shot the moment you have the opportunity. It is a real riot and you’ll be giggling in no time.

3. The Pink Elephant Dance

I can’t help but giggle when mommy makes Pink Elephant dance. He hops from one foot to the other as his ears flop around and the rattle inside his head makes so much noise. The dance is great but when really pushes it over the edge is the song that accompanies it. It’s my favourite and it always makes me laugh.

4. The Airplane Game

This is another timeless classic which I have enjoyed for as long as I can remember. The airplane game only gets better with time. The bigger I get, the more flying around I can handle. I’m practically unstoppable now!

5. Chin Kisses

I can’t help but giggle when I get kisses under my chin. It feels so weird and giggly. Chin kisses come out of nowhere when I least expect them. One moment I’m on my back trying to see the tv behind me, and the next moment I’m rolling around in hysterical laughter.

6. Pillow Bonk

This is a new one that I have discovered only recently. It all started when I brought mommy one of the chair cushions from the kitchen. Mommy took it and said thank you as usual. Then she brought it up over her head and said “bonk” as she bumped her head with the cushion. It was funny, so I giggled. Then mommy did the same thing but with my head and it was even more funny! Now I bring mommy the cushion every time I want to play the bonk game.

7. Being Corn

This game is best when played with daddy. He picks me up on my side and calls me a tasty looking piece of corn on he cob. Then daddy nibbles my ribs. Next daddy says I’m delicious corn and he must give me a taste. This is followed by more rib nibbles. It’s great fun.

8. Toe Nibbles

If we’re going to talk about being eaten for the sake of comedy, we can’t leave out toe nibbles. There is something immensely satisfying about having one of your feet pretend eaten. That’s good comedy.

9. The Hat Game

When I’m in need of a good giggle, I like to wear random objects on my head as a hat. Usually mommy helps me with this game, but I have been known to play it all by myself. I am a big girl and big girls don’t always need help.

10. Sound Effects

I’m well aware that mommy and daddy can use their mouths for talking, but they can also make some very funny sound effects. Some of the sounds they can make are downright silly. If they can manage to make faces at the same time, it’s twice as funny. I especially like sounds and faces that I don’t remember seeing or hearing before.

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10 Ways to Cope with Rules

Every day while mommy and daddy are in the kitchen getting things ready for dinner, I get some free time to play and explore. One of my favourite ways to pass the time is to reorganize all of our possessions. I’m unbelievably good at making our home more functional. I keep very busy and work up quite an appetite.

I bring all the books and DVDs from the bookshelf in the living room to the kitchen, because books and movies can be enjoyed anywhere. I pull out all the plastic bags from the kitchen cupboard and leave them in a heap in the corner, because searching for the perfect bag at the back of a cupboard is just not very convenient. I scatter the cat food cans all over the kitchen and living room for easier access. I sprinkle my toys throughout because there is always time to play.

Playing safely in my baby zone is fine, but being free to run around all over the house is infinitely better. I have been getting more opportunities to experience this freedom and it has been incredible! The only downside is that the more freedom I am given, the more rules mommy and daddy have for me. If it wasn’t for all these rules I could be so much more productive.

“The cutlery drawer is not for playing in.” mommy tells me. “Don’t pull the tablecloth off the table.” daddy says. “Get your arms out of the garbage can.” I hear. Why? Nobody was using that garbage. Why can’t I have it? All these rules are really slowing me down.

Peachy doesn't like rules

Rules are meant to be broken

If you feel the rules in your life are proving to be a burden, here are ten ways to cope with those pesky rules and the people who make them.

1. Follow the Rules

The most obvious answer is to follow the rules. The good news is that this strategy is very effective at getting the rule makers off your back. The bad news is that with this option you don’t get to do what you want. If the activity in question didn’t mean that much to you to begin with, you might want to go with this plan.

2. Pretend You Can’t Hear

The secret to this strategy is to make no reaction whatsoever. Don’t look up, don’t hesitate, don’t even blink, and above all, don’t make eye contact. If you play your cards right you can usually get at least a few seconds into an activity before someone comes over to stop you. Plenty of time to pull that tablecloth onto the floor.

3. Ignore and Disobey

If your body betrays you and it becomes clear that you heard, you can always blatantly defy the rules. In this case it’s best to make eye contact and continue with your activity. This gives the rule makers hope that you will listen. Suckers! Chances are that you will hear the rule repeated several times before anyone makes a move to put an end to your fun. Use speed to your advantage and empty out that cutlery drawer as quickly as you can.

4. Scream in Outrage

This isn’t the most effective strategy but it does make me feel good! When I know I have no chance of getting my way, I voice my displeasure loud and clear. To really drive my point home I may even stomp my feet while I scream. I may not get what I want but at least I can take comfort in the knowledge that everyone knows how furious I am.

5. Cry

This strategy is similar to screaming in outrage but has a slightly larger chance of success. When you don’t get your way, simply cry. Make sure you cry loudly so that everyone can hear and squeezing out a few tears can only help your case. It might not work but at the very least you can make people feel guilty for making you so desperately sad.

6. Run Away

If the project you are working on can be picked up, your best bet is to grab it and run. It’s going to be a while before you get caught. You might not be able to put much focus into your project as you race around the room, but the chase itself has its own advantages and can be a lot of fun.

7. Persistence

This strategy is one of my personal favourites and I use it on a daily basis. When you get caught doing something you shouldn’t be doing, pretend you are planning on obeying the rules by promptly ceasing the forbidden activity. Move on to something else until nobody is watching. When you’re sure the attention is on something other than you, quietly go back to what you were doing. You’ll be armpit deep in that garbage can in no time.

8. Whine

Whining can be an effective tool but you have to be determined enough to keep it up for a while. This is not a quick fix, but rather a slow grinding away at the willpower of the rule makers. The party which persists the longest will persevere. If you have time and energy to spare, this might be a good option for you.

9. Have a Fit

This technique combines the screaming in outrage and crying strategies. Combine them with throwing yourself on the ground, kicking, punching, and hyperventilating. Pull out all the stops and make a good show of it and don’t forget to be as loud and animated as possible. This tactic has the greatest chance of success in public spaces.

10. Turn on the Charm

If all else fails put you sweetest and most innocent face on and use your cuteness to break their resolve. Sometimes a snuggle, sad smile, and longing sigh is all you need to get the job done. Nobody can resist a sweet and cuddly baby.

There you have my 10 methods of dealing with rules and the people who make them. Which method is your go to strategy?

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