(And i’ve blotted out Amelie as a 2 year old!)
Â Scene: Yesterday.. 6 very tired people flop on sofa as soon as we get home, adults having just about had the energy to grab a cup of tea.
Josie: “Mummy, i want some water. Get me some water.”
Me: “Nope. Not if you ask like that and not until i’ve drunk my cup of tea.
Josie: “Mummy! I WANT some water. Get up. Get up from your chair and get me some!”
Me: (incensed) “No! I’m tired, i want to drink my tea, i want to sit down and DON’T talk to me like that. Get it yourself if you want some water.”
Josie: (with patient air of one speaking to an idiot)Â “I can’t get it myself. I can’t reach the cups. Tht’s why you have to get it for me. Get up now and get me some.”
Me: *Speechless indignation at being out argued by a 2 year old. Decides to go and get water for Josie as have overwhelming urge to laugh. Congratulate self on truly awe-inspiring parenting which has brought me to this point in my life.*