Amy: “Mum, where are the sulks?”
Me: “The whats? What are sulks?”
Amy: “I don’t know. But Dad said I can have one.”
Me: “What exactly did Dad say?”
Amy: “He said, ‘if you’re going to behave like that then you can go and have a sulk in your bedroom.’ So, can I have one please?”

More cause for having a sulk when it sunk in that it’s not some sort of new sugar-laden treat.

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