Anger comes rushing out, making my voice and my face ugly. It is a dirty mess of vomit out there. Worst of all, or perhaps best of all, it has no effect on Fizzah.
Well, it must have an effect, of course. It teaches her that this is an acceptable way to respond when someone does something you do not want them to do. But it doesn’t work. I want Fizzah to not throw food, I get angry, I bark orders in my vomit voice, and she just sits there, watching the show.
After a minute, once I’ve calmed down, she changes the topic, asking me for something else.
Well, it must have an effect, of course. It teaches her that this is an acceptable way to respond when someone does something you do not want them to do. But it doesn’t work. I want Fizzah to not throw food, I get angry, I bark orders in my vomit voice, and she just sits there, watching the show.
After a minute, once I’ve calmed down, she changes the topic, asking me for something else.
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