The Manager has been experimenting with pouting lately. It hasn’t been working out too well, as his sense of humor is developing nicely thankyouverymuch. I usually can get him laughing quickly thus foiling his dastardly pouting plot.
Today he tried it again, and I called him Pouty Pete. (I don’t know what started me exactly, but I’m all into strange phrases like “sit down Charlie Brown” or “what’s the story glory?”. I got a million of ’em.)
It was clear he was listening to me, but the Pouty Pete label wasn’t quite making him laugh.
For my next attempt I informed him with a straight face that he was a Pouty Pete and that I’d have to tickle him in the ribs with my Power Pinky.
THAT got him. Heh, heh, heh. It wasn’t long before we were back on track with our day.
I threw in a tickle fight for good measure.
Earnest Parenting: help for parents who want to defuse pouting.