Spare the rod spoil the child.
On holiday this summer we were in a place with a family we’re vaguely related to, nice people, but Christ on a bike shit parents.

Their kid is a five year old boy and they panicked if he ever showed a sign of not being completely happy with everything all the time. He’d developed this little whingy whining noise, like finger nails on a blackboard, which he uses to get his own way.

It was Pavlovian. They’d tell him to eat his dinner, he’d say he wanted chocolate ice cream, they’d say no and he’d start squeaking. 10 seconds later the Ben & Jerry’s being dished up. And that was half the problem, the poor wee fella would constantly be scarfing down sweets and coke. Come 10pm he’d be whinging and squeaking coz ‘perhaps it’s time for bed sweetie’ , while sucking down the 5th tin of coke for the evening. Eventually they persuade him into his bed, but only by promising a couple of Disney DVDs. Perhaps by around midnight he’d finally pass out.

This little boy constantly got his own way, nothing was too much for him….I’ve never seen such miserable kid, no matter what he got he new he was only a whine away from something more.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Thu 9 Oct 2008, 17:09, Reply)