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I am the Magical Uncaring Bastard.
Corben has already learnt that Liz is more caring and pleasant than me. She recently put him down for a nap and he cried and cried and cried and cried.
She then suggests I have a go, as we have noticed that if put to bed by me, he gives up quicker, because he knows I am heartless and spiteful and will not return despite his wailing.
So, I go through, he's crying. Pick him up, he's crying. Cuddle and shush him for a few minutes. The crying gets worse. Put him down again, put his blankey over him, unceremoniously perch a toy rabbit on his head and leave the room.
Barely 30 seconds later, he's happily asleep.
It's good to be a bastard.
Corben has already learnt that Liz is more caring and pleasant than me. She recently put him down for a nap and he cried and cried and cried and cried.
She then suggests I have a go, as we have noticed that if put to bed by me, he gives up quicker, because he knows I am heartless and spiteful and will not return despite his wailing.
So, I go through, he's crying. Pick him up, he's crying. Cuddle and shush him for a few minutes. The crying gets worse. Put him down again, put his blankey over him, unceremoniously perch a toy rabbit on his head and leave the room.
Barely 30 seconds later, he's happily asleep.
It's good to be a bastard.