Why I Let My Son Eat Pretzels with Milk This Morning
7 AM to 8:30 AM.
Every morning, during those 90 minutes, I get myself and my baby dressed, and then I get my 4-year-old Tsoofy and 2-year-old Yaakov ready for gan.
It’s the longest 90 minutes of my day. 90 minutes of “Not that dress, this dress!” and “Not oatmeal, cornflakes!” and “Not now, after I’m done drawing my picture!”
It’s 90 minutes full of minor battles which, with the slightest misstep in strategy, could explode at a moment’s notice into a full-blow war.
And this morning, unfortunately, there were even more battles brewing than usual.
First Yaakov decided he was going to wear the shirt of his 8-year-old brother, Yoel. It did look a bit funny, his shirt almost longer than his shorts, but he’s only two. So I let him.
Then Yaakov decided he was going to build a “Lag Ba’Omer bonfire” out of all the toys in the playroom. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but he agreed to refrain from setting it on fire. So I let him.
I was smoothly navigating my way around the brewing battles until Yaakov decided that this morning he wanted to eat pretzels with milk for breakfast.
At that point, I put my foot down. “No Yaakov, no pretzels with milk! We do not eat pretzels with milk!”
So Yaakov stood by the fridge screaming for me to give him the milk from the high shelf. He stood there so long with the door open that the fridge starting its warning “Lady, wake up! The Fridge is Open Forever!” beep and I had no choice but to tape the fridge shut.
“We do not eat pretzels with milk!” I wasn’t budging, and neither was Yaakov.
Until I realized—who cares if he eats pretzels with milk?! I am fighting over a matter of culinary etiquette which is of no importance to me whatsoever!
And I told Yaakov that if he stopped crying (so that he would learn that tantrums never ever work, even though this one just had) I would give him pretzels with milk.
And then he proceeded to eat the entire bowl, and even drank up the milk to the last sip.
And I comforted myself with the thought that by losing some battles and avoiding some more, I can start my day as the victor of my daily 90-Minute War.