Self Discipline

Finally I have a child with some self discipline. Today at lunch Jason got angry with me for not spraying more butter on his pasta. In protest he threw his plastic bowl that contained 8 rotini on the kitchen floor. I gave him a scornful look and told him that what he did was naughty. I hurt his feelings and he brought his chubby little hands up to his eyes and began to cry. He then excused himself from the table, got down from his highchair and stood himself in the corner. We laughed at him and after about a 30 seconds he picked up his spilled pasta and was happy again. That was easy.