A Show of Hands
I make Amy ask for permission when she wants to use the bathroom. She used to glare at me, and mutter and scowl, but she did it. Now it’s ingrained, pretty much a reflex.
So now I’ve started making her raise her hand, when she wants permission to go to the bathroom. No hand raised, she doesn’t get acknowledged.
I like it. It’s like she’s back in grade school.