One Sunday my wife Betty and I were reading the newspaper. Our daughter Kristi walked up to her mother, grabbed the newspaper, and threw it on the floor.
Her mother said, "Kristi, that wasn't very nice. Pick up the paper and give it back to Mommy. Tell her you're sorry."
"I don't has to," Kristi said.
Every member of the family gave Kristi the same advice and got the same reply. So I told Betty to pick Kristi up and put her in her bedroom. I lay down on the bed and Betty propped Kristi on the bed beside me. Kristi looked at me contemptuously. She started to scramble off, but I had a hold on her ankle. She said, "Wet me woose!"
I said, "I don't has to."
And that lasted four hours. She kicked and struggled. Pretty soon she freed one ankle. I got hold of the other. It was a desperate fight - like a silent fight between two titans. At the end of four hours, she knew that she was the loser and said, "I pick up the paper and give it to Mommy."
And that's where the axe fell. I said, "You don't has to."
She threw her brain into higher gear and said, "I pick up the paper. I give it to Mommy. I tell Mommy sorry."
And I said, "You don't has to."
And she shifted into full gear. "I pick up paper. I want pick up paper. I want to tell Mommy sorry."
I said, "Fine."
