Using child psychology literally dumbs down the communication to a level that, IMO, is an immature tactic, regardless of how immature Trump may act himself.
If one wishes to communicate with someone who appears to be able to communicate at the Grade School level, then that is how one must communicate.
The language your using in your analogy to Br'er Rabbit and Tar Baby is not used in that folktale. Why did you use that language? Fair question.
Indeed - fair question.
Now I'll quote the first two paragraphs from the story as it was originally published.
“DIDN’T the fox never catch the rabbit, Uncle Remus?” asked the little boy the next evening.
“He come mighty nigh it, honey, sho’s you born—Brer Fox did. One day atter Brer Rabbit fool ’im wid dat calamus root, Brer Fox went ter wuk en got ’im some tar, en mix it wid some turkentime, en fix up a contrapshun w’at he call a Tar-Baby, en he tuck dish yer Tar-Baby en he sot ’er in de big road, en den he lay off in de bushes fer to see what de news wuz gwine ter be. En he didn’t hatter wait long, nudder, kaze bimeby here come Brer Rabbit pacin’ down de road—lippity-clippity, clippity -lippity—dez ez sassy ez a jay-bird. Brer Fox, he lay low. Brer Rabbit come prancin’ ’long twel he spy de Tar-Baby, en den he fotch up on his behime legs like he wuz ’stonished. De Tar Baby, she sot dar, she did, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
Fair answer?
Or did you think that the story (as originally written) went along the lines of
DIDN'T the fox ever catch the rabbit, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy the next evening.
"He came mighty close to it, son, as sure as you are born - Brother Fox did. One day, after Brother Rabbit fooled him with that Calamus root, Brother Fox went to work and got himself some tar, and mixed it with some turpentine, and fixed up a contraption that he called a "Tar-Baby, and he then took that Tar-Baby and he set it in the big road, and then he lay off in the bushes in order to see what the news was going to be. And he didn't have to wait long, either, because, by and by, there came Brother Rabbit pacing down the road 'lippity-climmity, clippity-lippity" just as sassy as a Jay Bird. Brother Fox, he laid low. Brother Rabbit came prancing along until he spied the Tar-Baby, and then he fetched up on his hind legs like he was astonished. The Tar-Baby, it sat there, it did, and Brother Fox, he laid low.