Thunder & Lycra
“Mummy! It’s a thunder and lycra storm!” I think Amy has just nailed a great name for a metal band specialising in aerobics music.
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Vitamin
“MUM! I nearly finished my vitamin, but it fell out of my mouth somewhere in the lounge, or your room, or my room and I can’t find it! YOU HAVE TO FIND IT!” “Ummm, can I get you a new vitamin? Here we go.” “No! It has to be the one I was eating or it will be the saddest day EVER.” Anyone want to come help me comb through vitamin-coloured shag pile? #AverageParentProblems
Just can’t even.
Me: “There’s some pie left over from dinner, would you like to have it for your lunch?” Amy: “Yee-ess, BUT just pie and tomato sauce and no veges. I can’t deal with vegetables today.”
The Sulks
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.
Literal
If you’re going to get all exasperated and say to your three year old: “stop wiping your sticky hands on the table, Amy! You need to use your head more, please!” then you better be prepared for that advice to be taken really, really literally.
Toddlosphy
“If I go in my room and bite my fingernails, but you can’t see me, and then you say ‘Amy, are you biting your fingernails?’ and I say, ‘no mummy!’, but I really AM biting my fingernails, but you don’t know because you can’t see me, am I still in trouble?” I think I need more tea (or wine. Definitely wine.) before I can get into the whole “if a tree falls in the forest but no one is there to hear it, does it still make a sound?” philosophy.
Dr Toddler
Amy took my blood pressure with her Doc McStuffin’s kit. “Mm-hmm, you have diarilla and tonsillitis.” Sounds like I’m in for a rough day.
Toddler Drama
“Oh! Oh nooooo! Quick! Pass me that tea towel! I need to dry my leg before it DROWNS!” *wipes microscopic drop of milk from leg*
Dry
Scottish stubbornness + Italian martyrdom genes = Amy sat with stoicism and powered through the two dry WeetBix she’d chosen for breakfast, refusing to concede she’d made a bad call and should really accept the milk on offer.
Best day ever
“Mum! I waved at the lawn mower man and he waved back at me! It’s the BEST DAY EVER!” Right. So that’s two years and nine months of days filled with dancing, singing, play dates, baking, zoo trips, beach trips, park trips, swimming, Christmases, Easters etc., completely upstaged by a wave.
McPikelets 