When Nate was potty training, I told him he could have a chocolate chip when he went pee. He didn't want a chocolate chip. He didn't want a marshmallow. He wanted a cookie. I decided that it was okay because I was just excited that he was using the bathroom. I was working out great.
Here's where the problem came in. Every time this little friend heard the crinkle of the cookie wrapper, he was by my side begging for his own cookie.
He's so loud and insistent that he didn't even have to do anything to earn it.
Nate would do the work and Jason would reap the reward.
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