Oodles returned on Sunday morning, along with this letter:
If you notice, it was a struggle to find something bad that Hayes does. Seriously. Golden child.
Anyway, Day 1 was moderately successful, so I continued to lay it on thick for Day 2:
They did better, but one problem we deal with A LOT is that they are always asking for things ("What did you bring me?" "Can I get a toy?" etc.) ... So we dealt with that on Day 3:
This one hit home, and they had a great day... so Oodles rewarded them with hot chocolate for breakfast on Day 4:
Things went downhill quickly that day -- for Tyson, that is. And this morning, Oodles delivered this message:
I wasn't home this morning to see how it was received, but Brendan said that Tyson took heed. In anticipation of a better day -- and because I want Oodles to deliver their Hanukkah present before we leave for The Greenbrier -- I wrote this letter for tomorrow:
So, what I lack in creativity with respect to elf positioning (man, some of you facebook/pinterest people are even crazier than I am), I make up for in dedication.
PS: This really works. Case in point: Even while Tyson was rolling on the floor during Isla's ballet class, screaming, "It's too loud! It's too loud!," he did not utter a single bad word. In fact, he hasn't so much as used even a "bathroom word" since Day 2. Baby steps, friends. Baby steps.
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