I have officially turned into one of those loud over praising parents.
Just went to supermarket with dds, one of whom has a number of additional needs, forgot the mac major an couldn't find the trolley with the seat.
So I did the holding occasionally dragging dd by the hand, with loud over enthused praising every single time she did anything closely loosely resembling what I wanted.
Hanging of the trolley handle stumbling her feet was "well done dd, good walking, good girl, good walking." and similar ad infinitum all the way around the shop.
Aibu to say a mental sod you to anyone who hates the type of parent I have become?
Ps it was a very successful shopping trip and dd rewarded with icecream as zero meltdowns and I haven't been scratched or bitten