At bath time, she asks for two more minutes every time she hears footsteps.
“I’m coming in,” I say, thinking of the best strategy of tackling her full head of thick, blonde hair.
“Two more minutes,” she replies, not understanding that if she waited two more minutes, she may be in an ice bath with all the extended breaks she’s negotiated.
And bed time isn’t much better, as she always has something to add before I switch off the light.
“Just one more book, please,” she says, desperately attempting to stay up one more minute.
But I’m getting better at denying her ploys. The “one more book” effort used to take me down each time, because how can I deny someone of reading? Well, that usually backfired, with continued attempts at more books, so as long as I turn off the light, I avoid seeing her closer, the “sweet, innocent daughter” look.
I still don’t have much of an answer for the “look,” but with the negotiating master teaching me at every corner, I may develop an anecdote by at least the time she enters her teenage years.
An apprentice (or a dad) can only dream.
Scott Levine is the Associate Editor of the Clinton Herald. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.