As I head into work early, Mr. Q regularly gets the Magpie’s lunch together in the mornings. Recently, lunch, was a hotdog – a treat at the end of the week – but apparently not treat enough. That afternoon, when I picked her up from school, there was a note stuck on top of her backpack, clearly and prominently displayed for high visibility; let this note not go unnoticed.
She got it all in there. From the sandwich technique – a positive [I like the hotdog you gave me] , a constructive criticism [you didn’t give me dessert] , followed by a positive [I love you] – to a little guilt trip in there [I know you love me too] with the unspoken: so, surely you want to accommodate my request.
But, despite the sophistication of the format, it is a much simpler request and one far more easily and readily met than her request of me a few months ago.
Mine was just a little more pleading in tone. And a whole lot bigger in scope.
Again: dad gets off easy.