A Deal is A Deal

Sienna refused to wear the pants I bought for her. No explanation for it. Pink. Flowers. What is wrong? I said, "if you wear them tomorrow, I will give you a surprise when I come home." She agreed. What kind of a deal am I getting myself into? How am I going to make her wear another new pair of pants in the drawer? And how about many other clothes that she is not fond of? Despite these questions, I had no hesitation to get her a can of Pringles potato chips.

The the moment I got into the door, Sienna stood there in her new pants, "where is my surprise, momma?" She did manage to eat a lot of food for dinner and covered her daily reading homework before she enjoyed her treat. I don't mind a deal or two like this. It's the fear of forming a habit. So I said, "you shouldn't expect a surprise everyday, you know?" She nodded, "I know, only sometimes."

This explains my situation: I never make an effort to love her more because I simply will. I only try not to spoil her more because I simply will.