I came home with a headache tonight, and while I was fixing dinner, dear daughter was behind me banging the cabinet doors as loud as she could. I finally ended up putting my foot against the door so she couldn't bang them. She did what she's been taught to do at school when someone gets in her space, she yelled, "My body! Walk away!" (Which is terribly cute coming from a 2 year old.)
So now she's yelling at me to walk away, and my standing against the cabinet doors is not getting dinner made. We were at an impasse.
Desperate, I said, "Honey, I have a body, too, and when you bang the doors like that, it makes my head hurt. Will you walk away?"
"Okay, Daddy." She gave me a hug, and went into the living room.
I stood up to see that Christie was watching. "I did not expect that to work," I said.