Anyone who has read chapter 7 in my book,
No: Why Kids – Of All Ages – Need to Hear It and Ways Parents Can Say It will remember the Dairy Queen story. I recently received an email from a principal in Michigan whose school had just completed a book read as part of the
Michigan Say Yes to No Campaign. One of the participating parents had their own “Dairy Queen” experience now called: “The Popcorn Story.” Here is a summary:
“Max* has always been a picky eater. When most children, at the age of 4 to 6 months, were eagerly slurping down their first spoon-fed, watered down rice cereal, Max was squirming and fussing, refusing to try….
It was early Fall. School has just begun and the weather was still relatively warm and the nights were still long enough to play outside after supper. And the Eskymos were playing on Friday night. Some of Sally’s friends were participating in the “Little Cheer” that night and lots of our friends would be there in the stands. What a great time to take two little kids to a football game – or so we thought.
My husband and I happily announced at the dinner table that we were all going to the football that evening. What joy! The two children were very happy to hear this and Sally immediately started making detailed plans for the evening. “Can we get popcorn at the game?” she asked. “Sure we can, honey,” I replied, “but we all must eat a good supper first.” … And, yes, there have been times that the entire family has forgone a treat so as not to rub it in the little guy’s face when he failed to eat well even though he was well aware of the potential for an after-dinner sweet. However, this particular day was going be different. It was going to be different because just that very afternoon I had read chapter seven in David Walsh’s No book that included the “Dairy Queen” story. You know the one – the family had planned to go to Dairy Queen after supper and their younger son, having failed to eat his supper, was subsequently refused an ice cream cone and then a fantastic publicly displayed tantrum ensued. And, the case in point was, of course, to say no and stick to it! At this point, you’ve no doubt figured out where this story is going. Max did not eat his supper that evening no matter how many times we told him that in order to get some popcorn he had to eat his supper. We said it in countless different ways and Sally even devised a little sing song mantra, “No supper, no popcorn, no supper, no popcorn…” Believe me, the kid was fully and completely warned.
As soon as we arrived, Sally reminded us of the popcorn that she was promised. With a deep collective breath and a brief exchange of “brace yourself” glances with my husband, we made our way over to the concession stand. We managed to find our friends and get nice and comfortable in our bleacher seat before the scene unfolded. It actually pains me to relive it. There he was, utterly inconsolable and crying at the top of his lungs as the rest of us tried to enjoy our popcorn….
Of course our friends understood. They heard us quietly reminding Max that because he didn’t eat his supper, he couldn’t have any popcorn. They are like-minded and have children of their own. It was the rest of the crowd around us that wasn’t so kind (or so I perceived). Oh, the looks! The pouting lips! The sighs! I couldn’t take it anymore! Not only was I feeling tortured by my child’s cries and painful wails, I was also feeling tortured by the neighboring adults that just couldn’t seem to restrain their judgment of our parenting style!
So what did I do? Did I give him some popcorn? Did I get up and leave? Did I cry? NO! I let it out! I cupped my mouth and, leaning slightly to the left, made a sweeping motion over to my right and yelled at the top of my voice, “He didn’t eat any supper so he can’t have any popcorn and WE’RE NOT GOING TO CAVE!”
And we didn’t. …..”
This parent went on to relate how they still entertained Max at the game – he’s two and a half – and have not had to repeat a scene of this magnitude since. And they haven’t caved in either. Max, as young as he was, no doubt learned a lesson that day (and so did his older sister) – that when Mom and Dad said “no” they meant “no”, even when the ante is raised. A hard, but so important, lesson to learn for sure – for both parents and kids.
Do you have a story to share?
Dr. Dave