Tonight the Devil Child earned herself a hefty lecture. It was during the pre-dinner hell period, I was feeling a bit sore and tired, simultaneously trying to deal with dinner and the incessant demands from the child, Hannah was hungry… recipe for disaster, some might say.
Without screeching [no mean feat], I managed to ask her to remove her
crap pictures and toys from the table in preparation for serving dinner and she responded with the usual reluctance to do anything I ask and then remarked slightly cheerfully “You are going to have to do things for me soon.”
“And why is this?” I asked. “Because it’s my birthday, and on my birthday you have to do things for me!” came her response.
She picked a bad time to come up with that little gem. I spent the next 15 minutes regaling her with the responsibilities of parenthood and everything I have to do for her.
Unfortunately for me, she spent that 15 minutes completely ignoring me. Argh.