I don't like you anymore.

Jaya is a sensitive boy. Which makes disciplining a bit tricky. Whenever I am cross with him, like, for example, when he thew a large plastic dinosaur at my (thankfully IKEA) dresser last night and dented it, he responds with uncontrollable tears, with pleas for me to "don't make the mean face" and that he "can't stop the tears from coming". I've devised a calm-down strategy for this, I will not bore you with the details, suffice to say, it takes more time than I'm happy to spend. So I thought I found the solution to warding off the tears by telling him, "it's OK" before he gets started. Not surprisingly, this has completely backfired, as in, "I put Grammys favorite knife in the disposal and then she turned it on, but it's OK". So I've decided to be tough again, and if he cries, to ignore it. After all, he's on the verge of 5. His response to this has been to tell me that our house is not a nice house anymore, that he does not want to live in our house anymore, he wants to live in A) an igloo, B) Madagascar, C) South America, D) with his nenek in West Sumatra. Or, he'll say that he's going to go get a new house, a new school, and new friends. There's just no winning.