While at the amazing Sprayground in Centerville, P kept lifting her shirt. And yes, at three, while she’s not exactly flashing everyone, we’re still in public and standards must be maintained.
Me: Put your shirt down
Me: (five minutes later) Put your shirt down P, right now (geez)
Me: (three minutes later) Ok, we’re gonna leave if you don’t listen and put your shirt down (you little hoochie)
P: Why do the boys have no shirts?
Me: That’s just the way it is. Girls wear tops when they swim and boys don’t. (I know, might as well have gone old-school and offered “Because I said so”)
You know the kids who were refused any sweets growing up, so they become compulsive eaters as adults? What if my refusal to let her go topless has her end up as a stripper in twenty years?
Dude, parenting is hard.
P’s class has an honor system; each child has three pieces of “money” (referred to by P as ‘my monies’). If they follow directions, keep their listening ears on and cooperate with their friends and teachers, they hold on to their money and are rewarded with treats at the end of the day as they are departing. If they don’t however, one piece of ‘my monies’ is taken and a note is left for the parent. This continues for each infraction until your monies are gone and any hope of sugar is a distant memory. 
