- I made her a cute new shirt with cats (her favourite) on it and wanted her to wear it
- daddy put on the security belt in the car and not mummy
That was just this morning...
I once had a near knock down drag out with my toddler about the amount of Cheerios in the bowl. I kept telling him there wasn’t enough time (we were trying to leave the house) for him to eat any more than what I gave him. Finally it comes out that there were too many Cheerios in the bowl. Omg. Too. Many. Cheerios. In. The. Bowl. I can’t eat any of them because I can’t eat them all...
There is a popular belief that says small children are far more sensitive to the spiritual, and as a result are more likely to see/interact with spirits of one form or another
Being punished for feeding the kitten yogurt (which got the poor thing so sick that he hasn't eaten anything for the whole day) and pouring fishtank water on his body (which was also very bad for him)
She cried as if she were so innocent.
I tell her if she ever touches 120 (his name) again, she will be living with the cockroach on the street.
Side note: 120 is just a little ill, he'll be fine tomorrow (has still strangely naughty and playful)
My daughter would go in utter hysterics, worse than even the most melodramatic soap opera starlet, because I refused to let her play with the her "shinies" (the friggin butcher knives)
She got mad when we were driving home because she saw a bus and then lost sight of it... started screaming " WHERE THE BUS GO?" while crying hysterically
We were driving up a multiple hairpin road and I told him I was chasing the moon because it kept moving from one side of the car to the other. He got so excited telling me "There it is, go Mummy" then it would change side again (after the next hairpin bend). I would ask where did it go and he would wriggle like crazy against his car seat restraints trying to "find" it again. Made a car-sick inducing drive lots of fun.
-I was crying
- daddy put on the security belt in the car and not mummy
That was just this morning...
She cried as if she were so innocent.
I tell her if she ever touches 120 (his name) again, she will be living with the cockroach on the street.
Side note: 120 is just a little ill, he'll be fine tomorrow (has still strangely naughty and playful)