Sass happens, especially with two young daughters in the house. Like good moms everywhere, I tried to solve the sassiness. I ignored it. Gently, I redirected it. I sent sassers to their rooms. I sent sassers to time-out chairs. And sassers skipped play dates. I even sassed back, and no, that wasn't helpful. None of my sass solutions satisfied until I discovered the piano. Commanding the sasser to "go practice piano" hit the spot. The sasser could not glare at me; neither could the sasser whine and play at the same time. And the sound of plunking keys meant no sneaking away. Eventually the sass settled. Now I'm stuck with daughters who play the piano. And they have their revenge, which I'm sure is sweet. They practice the same few notes over and over; then they practice some more. They say, it's to get it right. But I think it may be sass at its finest.
You're a clever lady! Not sure this would work for everyone, but sounds like it was a great solution for you.
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