It's Not a Good Job, You Doddering Three Year Old, and If You Don't Shape Up You're Going to Die in the Gutter
Level with them. That finger painting sucks.
I live in New York City, where you hear the words “Good job!” echoing through the streets whenever a three-year-old manages not to fall out of their stroller or puts an ice cream cone in the right hole in its head.
I’ve got to tell you, I’m worried about this approach, which was unheard of in my family, growing up in the ‘5…