What’s this? A cookie?
November 19, 2008This one comes via Sara, as I had a business dinner up north that prevented me from seeing Besh yesterday.
Sara picked up Besh from school and found out he’d had a successful potty experience, which according to our new I’m-Not-Ashamed-To-Admit-To-Toddler-Bribery policy earns him an M&M. He was very excited to get his M&M until Sara pulled into the Super Target to do an errand.
Besh: “Target! I get M&M *AND* Vanilla Milk!” (I usually get him a Horizons Vanilla Milk at the Starbucks inside Target)
Sara: “Do you want a Vanilla Milk?”
Besh: “Oh yes!”
Sara: “Well, you can have an M&M or a Vanilla Milk. Which one would you like?”
Besh: “Vanilla Milk!”
The M&M thus parlayed into a box of Vanilla Milk (good deal), Besh and Sara entered the store. He then saw a display of cookies.
Besh: “Cookies! I get cookies!”
Sara: “Well, you can have Vanilla Milk or a cookie, which one?”
Besh: “Cookie!” That’s my boy.
Sara: “Okay, we’ll go to the cookie aisle and pick something out.”
He then proceded to remind Sara about every 4 seconds that it was time to hit the cookie aisle, until she finally did. She found one of those small 100-calorie snack packs of miniature cookies and he picked that. Package opened, he proceded to pick out a cookie.
Besh: “What’s this? A cookie?” Then he snapped it up.
He did that for the whole package. That’s what we call a win-win negotiation.
You got hosed.
How so?