Lately a certain nearly-three-year-old of my acquaintance has begun responding to interdiction by sticking her tongue out. There has been much use of the third stair and a timer. But tonight, a new tack: She stopped mid-stick, and just held her mouth open. “I hope you’re not sticking your tongue out,” said Dad. “I’m not!” she said, brightly. “I’m saying aahh so you can check my tongue, and that’s a good thing.”
Fate willing, when she is 18 I will be 60. This is not a fair fight.