Redirection they tell us is a great way to move a child out of the nasty mood they are in at the moment. Try bringing their attention to something else, they say.
So that’s what I did at dinner the other night. There we were, the four of us, my son demanding too much attention with his emotions spilled out all over, spitting at us with his crappy mood. In between whining about what was on his plate my son asked, Do you have any watermelons, mama?
Possessed by the desire to have a peaceful meal with my family, I decided from somewhere at the core of my being to make a joke. Quite aware of the possible outcome. Honey I don’t have any watermelon but mama sure does have a couple melons. My husband rolled his eyes, knowing exactly how deep the water was that I was plunging into. So there at the dinner table, my children learned the other meaning of melons. Firmly instructing, What happens at the kitchen table, stays at the kitchen table.
So of course ever since my children have asked, Can I see your melons? Which I have promptly replied, You may NOT.
But that night at the dinner table we turned whining, tears, and chaos to laughter.