Sunday, 22 August 2010Amy has a habit of tacking on a sentence to every request, because, for some reason, she thinks it holds weight...
"Fweeze? I be your best fwend!"
We're trying to encourage her that this isn't the best attitude to have when asking people for something.
Actual conversation that took place on Friday after I told her that no, she couldn't have what she wanted...
Amy: "My not your best fwend, then"
Me: "I'm not here to be your friend, I'm here to be your mother"
Amy: "My find another mother"
Me: *eyebrow raise* "Will you now?"
I walked to the front door, opened it, gestured...
Me: "off you go then".
She walked out, and only made it to the end of the driveway before she started crying. I watched her out the window until she came back to the door, and she informs me...
Amy: "My can't find another mother"
Me: "Can't you?"
Amy: *shakes her head*
Me: "Would you like to come back home?"
Amy: *Nods yes*
Me: "Ok. I love you!"
Amy: *trots back inside* "Love you mummy!"
It was hilarious :)