Yesterday morning, I was standing at the kitchen sink when I heard Oliver hop down from a dining table chair (which he knows he is not supposed to climb on). A few seconds later, he came tearing through the kitchen ripping apart a book Vik had been reading at the table during breakfast. My firm “NO,” addressed towards Oliver’s rapidly retreating back, was returned with a gleeful “Yes! Yes!” and what can only be described as a maniacal laugh.
The title of the book in question: Love and Logic Magic for Early Childhood: Practical Parenting from Birth to Six Years.