Earlier this week, my wife took our four children on a walk around the neighbourhood.
Andrew, our youngest child, is an adorable little kid. Unfortunately, he can also be... um... "strong-willed". In his defence, he's only two years old. Also, there's an excellent chance this particular character trait is genetic.
So when Andrew decided he didn't want to walk anymore, he lay down... in the middle of a road. My wife quickly asked him to get up, but he refused. So she had to pick him up and carry him home.
In our house, Popsicles are a form of currency, and you can earn one for exercising.
When the kids got home from their walk, they each asked for a Popsicle. But to punish Andrew for not listening to his Mama -- and putting himself in a dangerous situation as a result -- he wasn't allowed to have one.
As you can imagine, Andrew did not agree with this decision. And like many two-year-olds would, he expressed his displeasure with screaming and tears.
Soon after Andrew began crying, our oldest son, Aidan, asked for a second Popsicle.
"Not so fast," my wife told him. "You need to do some more exercise before you can have a second Popsicle."
Aidan was tired from his neighbourhood walk and didn't really want to do any more exercise. But he begrudgingly put on his shoes and began to walk casually around our backyard.
A very short while later, he popped his head inside and asked, "Mama, now can I have a Popsicle?"