The screams woke me up. I had nodded off briefly while nursing our infant and had to fight a surprisingly strong urge to pull the blanket over my head, stuff my ears with cotton and let my husband continue another losing battle of wills with our three year old. I told him to do choices. You know, life and death situations.
Preventive discipline is lovely.
I give as much safe freedom for exploration and play as possible and let the kids go. We let them romp through the entire house, with toy strollers and cars rumbling down the halls, but keep all balls in the yard. For instance, my children may have peanuts, but only if mom chews them first. Discipline's a breeze.