17 January 2011

chocolate milk

He was doing so well. That is, until one of his "friends" who thinks everything he does is hilarious was back on the bus morning and night.

Then his behavior started to deteriorate. Yelling, hopping from seat to seat, among other things. And again, nothing we could say or do was working.

What a vicious cycle.

But then one day the boy caught a commercial for chocolate syrup on television. He became fixated on the idea that he could make his own chocolate milk, therefore no longer having to rely on school being in session to enjoy the treat.

And as any good parent would do, his mother informed him that the only way he could have what his fickle heart desired was to self-monitor his behavior on the bus.

To no one's surprise, it's working.