My son is four, which means my wife and I have prepared at least a few thousand meals for him. Why, then, does he whine, beg and cry for me to play with him every night while I’m trying to get dinner on the table? I imagine one day this torture will end—please tell me it will!—but until then, I need some solid strategies for keeping him entertained during dinner prep. I posted a plea on a couple of Facebook parenting groups and here’s what came back.
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