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Puke is puke. Nasty, dirty stuff and you can't have it around the other kids in your care. Junior goes home. Every. Single. Time. Until said time his parents figure out how to stop it. That's not your job.
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Many. many moons ago (before I did daycare), my husband's brother and family came to stay with us for a couple days on their way across country. My brother-in-law was a brat and unfortunately his kids were even worse.
His son was about three or four and used throwing up as his way to get anything he wanted. We were going to dinner in the car and the kid started wailing for something (I don't even remember what about...just that it was silly)
My no nonsense, military husband had had enough. He quickly pulled over, stopped the car, turned around and said (loudly)
"If you puke in my car, I will come round there, get you out of the car and leave you on the side of the road and you can walk home. Do. you. understand. me?"
It was met with vigorous nodding.
(This was pre daycare/politically correct days)
According to my brother-in-law...he never did it again.
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I really like how you think!::
This thread reminds me of a 3 year old dcb I had years ago. He was my neighbor's nephew and I agreed to take him as a drop in one day. My neighbor asked what I was giving the kids for lunch and when I told her, she said, "Oh no! He hates that! He's going to make himself puke."
Sure enough, as soon as I put his plate in front of him, he started trying. I looked him in the eye and quietly but firmly said, "Don't. You. Dare. If you puke, I will not pick it up for you. You will be the one who picks it up." I think I had the element of surprise on my side; I doubt he expected me to react the way I did and so quickly. We had a stare-off for a few seconds and then he settled in and ate his entire lunch! I was so glad my neighbor had warned me and that dcb didn't test me!:: It was when I first started out doing day care so I probably would have kept him instead of calling his parents. I wouldn't do that now.
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This is exactly how I stopped the 2 kids I used to have who pooped their pants when they were told no or didn't get their way (4 year olds). They actually did clean it up. The pooping stopped. I really like how you think!::
This thread reminds me of a 3 year old dcb I had years ago. He was my neighbor's nephew and I agreed to take him as a drop in one day. My neighbor asked what I was giving the kids for lunch and when I told her, she said, "Oh no! He hates that! He's going to make himself puke."
Sure enough, as soon as I put his plate in front of him, he started trying. I looked him in the eye and quietly but firmly said, "Don't. You. Dare. If you puke, I will not pick it up for you. You will be the one who picks it up." I think I had the element of surprise on my side; I doubt he expected me to react the way I did and so quickly. We had a stare-off for a few seconds and then he settled in and ate his entire lunch! I was so glad my neighbor had warned me and that dcb didn't test me!:: It was when I first started out doing day care so I probably would have kept him instead of calling his parents. I wouldn't do that now.Comment
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Honestly, if he's headed to preschool it won't be your issue anymore. I exclude for symptoms and puking is a symptom. Not to mention unsanitary for the other children. ITA with everyone else - let it become the parents' problem. Besides, the one time you decide not to send him home so he won't get what he wants he'll probably really be sick and get everyone else sick too.
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My brother did that once. He stuck his finger down his throat to get out of something. I can't remember what. My dad made him eat it. Honestly, I feel we baby kids too much now a days.Many. many moons ago (before I did daycare), my husband's brother and family came to stay with us for a couple days on their way across country. My brother-in-law was a brat and unfortunately his kids were even worse.
His son was about three or four and used throwing up as his way to get anything he wanted. We were going to dinner in the car and the kid started wailing for something (I don't even remember what about...just that it was silly)
My no nonsense, military husband had had enough. He quickly pulled over, stopped the car, turned around and said (loudly)
"If you puke in my car, I will come round there, get you out of the car and leave you on the side of the road and you can walk home. Do. you. understand. me?"
It was met with vigorous nodding.
(This was pre daycare/politically correct days)
According to my brother-in-law...he never did it again.
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Many. many moons ago (before I did daycare), my husband's brother and family came to stay with us for a couple days on their way across country. My brother-in-law was a brat and unfortunately his kids were even worse.
His son was about three or four and used throwing up as his way to get anything he wanted. We were going to dinner in the car and the kid started wailing for something (I don't even remember what about...just that it was silly)
My no nonsense, military husband had had enough. He quickly pulled over, stopped the car, turned around and said (loudly)
"If you puke in my car, I will come round there, get you out of the car and leave you on the side of the road and you can walk home. Do. you. understand. me?"
It was met with vigorous nodding.
(This was pre daycare/politically correct days)
According to my brother-in-law...he never did it again.
:::::: I really like how you think!::
This thread reminds me of a 3 year old dcb I had years ago. He was my neighbor's nephew and I agreed to take him as a drop in one day. My neighbor asked what I was giving the kids for lunch and when I told her, she said, "Oh no! He hates that! He's going to make himself puke."
Sure enough, as soon as I put his plate in front of him, he started trying. I looked him in the eye and quietly but firmly said, "Don't. You. Dare. If you puke, I will not pick it up for you. You will be the one who picks it up." I think I had the element of surprise on my side; I doubt he expected me to react the way I did and so quickly. We had a stare-off for a few seconds and then he settled in and ate his entire lunch! I was so glad my neighbor had warned me and that dcb didn't test me!:: It was when I first started out doing day care so I probably would have kept him instead of calling his parents. I wouldn't do that now.
***CLAPPING***
Natural consequences.
I had a child do this recently (and still starts once in a blue moon...)
I looked him straight in the face and calmly said "If you vomit, you'll clean it up. Understand me?"
He stopped.
He pulled it at pick up in my entryway when I refused to give him 'a treat' and Mom didn't have one in the car. Mom went to coddle/baby him and was reassuringly telling him they would GO GET A TREAT when I interrupted and said "CHILD'SNAME, ENOUGH."
He stopped immediately.Comment
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I would probably have too much fun punishing a child who tried to pull this on me.
First off, any dairy products are now off-limits. No milk. No cheese. No yogurt.
No sweets or treats of any kind.
While waiting to be picked up, he's kept away from the other kids. He might want to play whatever game is happening, but he needs to be kept away because he's "sick."
If it's my own kid and I have to pick him up from school, it's the BRAT diet [which I've heard isn't even the best thing to give to a sick kid, but I feel like "I know you want ice cream, but you're sick and ice cream isn't good for your tummy" would help to drive the point home.
When I was 6, I had a major anger management problem. I had a hard time controlling my temper, and we had a system in place to help me. One of the things in my plan was that if I had two strikes where I lost my temper (I had a little yellow triangle that I could take off the blackboard; it was my hall pass to go to the guidance counselor if I caught myself, but if I was TOLD to get my triangle twice in one day, I had to be sent home). I agreed beforehand that if I was sent home, my punishment would be that I had to stay in bed all day. No books (I was reading chapter books at that time- my favorite were "The Babysitter's Club Little Sister" series books), no toys, NOTHING. I was allowed to leave my bed to eat and to use the bathroom.
I was sent home once, and my mom followed through. She had my friends over (she was their babysitter) and I wasn't allowed to play with them. I was stuck in bed with nothing to do until it was time to go to school the next morning. (And I'm sure the first thing I had to do when I arrived at school was apologize to my teacher.
That was the first and last time I was ever sent home from school for losing my temper.Comment
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