In our car who ever sits in our front seat depends on who is the most disagreeable at the moment, or who is the most likely to set L off. When I picked up the kids from school S and L started going at it. I put S in the front and J in the back. Problem solved. . . well not this time. By the time I had stopped to get gas - dang empty gas tank light - I was beyond frustrated. They would not leave each other alone, again.
Except, then L speaks up. "Mom, do you remember when we were driving to preschool and we would count to one thousand?"
Once she mentioned it I did remember. L loved to count, and I loved her to not scream. So one day out of desperation we started counting on the way the school. Counting moved to addition problems, then subtraction problems, and before she graduated from preschool basic multiplication problems.
"Can we do that right now?"
Not only did she remember a coping technique from over three years ago - when she was three or four years old, she asked to apply it when she was on the complete verge of loosing control.
YEAH!!
So we counted, much to the dismay of S and J. We made it home, eat dinner, and then L went and fell asleep.
What a wonderful evening.
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