An Epic Day of Naughty Chair Mayhem

Dear Super Nanny,

Although I respect your disciplinary tactics and your amazing ability to tame even the wildest of beasts, I believe I've met your match. I followed the naughty chair protocol to the letter. For example, after Max chucked a monster truck at the t.v, I warned him if he did it again he was going on the naughty chair. He quickly replied "No, I don't want it". Five seconds later he chucked his monster truck directly at Hank's head. I whisked him away to the naughty chair (which is pretty luxurious as naughty chairs go, compliments of pottery barn). I explained to him why he was being placed there and told him to sit there until I came back and I walked away. Of course he followed me out of the room and I calmly escorted him back to his chair and avoided all eye contact. This continued for approximately 20 minutes and my calm approach ended quickly. Especially when he started sprinting to the kitchen, squealing with glee. Doesn't he know I'm serious? I knew I couldn't give up or he would win, even though I was pretty sure he couldn't remember why he was in trouble at this point. I caught a glimpse of my mad face in the mirror and I was terrified...why did Max seem so unfazed? After nearly 30 minutes, he surrendered to the chair. I returned to his room after 2 minutes and explained again why he was in trouble, asked him to say sorry to Hank and give me a hug. Yeah!! I did it, I actually followed through with his punishment. After 30 seconds of peace Max picked up his sippy cup when he realized the Wiggles weren't on and chucked it at the t.v!!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? What do I do in this situation. I need a new parenting tactic stat. I even tried a charming British accent and it didn't work.

Thanks
Annie

Around 5:45 pm I called Randy at work and informed him of the trouble I'd been having, failing not once but four times with the naughty chair. Randy opened the back door and exclaimed "Who needs a beatin", to which Max cheerfully exclaimed "MEEEE!" Max told Randy, "I got in trouble dad, big big trouble". Half the time I have to turn my head so he can't see me laughing. For example the above picture is a typical day in the life of my rock star that is Mino. He's hard to stay mad at for long.

The range of emotions you feel as a mother in one day are many. Anything from rage and frustration to complete peace and joy. I was relieved that he still wanted his mommy to read him stories and sing to him after our day long battle. I suppose it's a blessing he forgets so quickly! He loves to request songs as I rock him and his new favorite is "Grandpa Karlos' Song" aka "Home on the Range". I still can't get through that song without shedding a tear. I can just imagine Gramps looking down on my ridiculous day, laughing and thinking how great it was!