arsenal of confectionary

After a long day of child rearing and general household chaos placating I ventured to the pantry for a special treat. As I reached for the jar of teeny tiny chocolatey orbs of sweetness; the tools of my parenting, as in slow motion I shockingly came to the realisation that my husband had eaten ALL of the smarties AND the M & Ms!!! How am I going to get my daughter to do anything??? Without these tiny tools of persuasion I am lost. I feel like I am venturing into Shakespearean pleas of help here. How does one attribute the same value to another 'special treat'? Can I convince my daughter that a strawberry is in fact far more of a bribe-worthy-entity than a single Smartie? I'm sure as heck going to have to try. I am not looking forward to tomorrow. In fact, I may have to pop down to my local 24 hour supermarket before she wakes so I am armed with my arsenal of power. Or I could harden the heck up and work out how to survive without the major artillery in my arsenal. WHy am I relating child rearing to waging war you might ask? Half the time I feel like Ban ki Moon assuaging diplomatic challenges and trying my hardest to remain Swiss. Neutrality is not always an option however. Sometimes even the Swiss need artillery. Chocolate couldn't be more fitting in this case. Survival of the fittest, and the fittest run on confectionary. Well fed well bred. Whatever gets us through the days...Cheers to Lidnt for inspiring an especially

child friendly bribe tool!