After we got over the initial whining and crying, bemoaning the loss of his playland, he asked, "Mommy can you help me build a new one?". "Sure," I replied, "just let me know what I need to build."
My assignment from my demanding client: Use a blanket to make a bathtub for the giraffe and his bucket of berries. Make steps so the giraffe (aka "Sharky") can get in and out.
Of course, my client was standing over me, watching my every move, with non-helpful criticisms including:
- That's not right.
- That's not the way it's supposed to be.- The blanket is not supposed to be like that.
- You forgot to build in the steps. No, not like that.When I gently probed to get some more constructive feedback, my difficult client would respond with:
- It's just not right. You need to fix it.
- I don't know how to do it. You just need to finish it so Sharky can eat. Sharky's getting hungry.Lucas finally decided to become more involved and this was the result.
My client was faily happy with how it turned out. Of course, he still had some personal touches he wanted to add. He spent about ten more minutes adding more animals and other assorted gizmos to Sharky's bathtub.
My client was faily happy with how it turned out. Of course, he still had some personal touches he wanted to add. He spent about ten more minutes adding more animals and other assorted gizmos to Sharky's bathtub.
In case you're wondering, Sharky and his pals are still playing in the bathtub on our living room rug. Lucas made me promise that I wouldn't move them again until he gets home from school. So they're still there, eating and frolicking in the tub. At least it gives me yet another excuse not to vacuum the rug today.
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