That's what we called my son when he threw a tantrum. He was a dear, sweet child most of the time, but occasionally he would get a notion to have his own way even if that was not the best way for all concerned. When one of these "attacks" came on, I would look right past him and ask, "Where is Peter? He was here a moment ago, but now he has disappeared. Where is he?"

He would get right in front of me and say, "Here I am." However, I would declare that he was being old Snoogie Foogie. Peter was a loving, considerate boy, so during these times I would turn to God to refresh my view of my son, to recognize him as God's own child, not demanding, whining, and inconsiderate. It would not be long before Peter would come up and stroke my cheek and say, "I'm back, Mommie. I'm sorry." I would welcome him back with open arms and a big hug and kiss.

He was learning in the Christian Science Sunday School and at home that he was the image and likeness of divine Love. He was God's child—perfect, upright, honest, and loving. When he acted to the contrary, he was not really himself but he was allowing bad thoughts to come in and govern him. These bad thoughts we dubbed "Snoogie Foogie"—a name that could not possibly be associated with anyone or anything known or real. After all, error is nothing—never a person, a place or a thing (see Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy, p. 71).

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