Me: Hannah, come pack your bag for Rotorua!
Hannah: *whingeing* Noooo… I don’t know how to do ittttt.
Me: Well, if I have to do it then I won’t put in any pink clothes.
Hannah: Oh fine. *reluctantly drags herself into her room to pack her bag*
Oh shit. It’s just backfired. I can hear her commentary from her room… “Pink pyjamas… pink singlet… pink shorts… pink skirt… pink jersey…”
Argh. How can she be so much smarter than me?!