Every parent wants their child to learn the importance of taking turns, right?
So we should be absolutely thrilled that SB has picked up on it.
The only problem is that she doesn’t extend that to her being fair. Oh no – she just has a very strong sense of right and wrong when it comes to mummy and daddy.
She clearly sees that, because I work during the week, Daf gets “his turn” whenever the two of them are together. So on my day off today, when we went shopping, it was “mummy’s turn”. For everything.
Can daddy push your trike, sweetheart? NO. Mummy’s turn.
Can daddy chop up your food, princess? NO, it’s Mummy’s turn now.
Can daddy carry you because mommy’s back is hurting, pudding? NO. Naughty daddy, it is Mummy’s turn now! Mummy’s turn!
I’m utterly amazed at the sentences she’s coming out with. I’m also slightly concerned at the extent she’s already answering back. Not to mention that my heart is getting melted by the fact that she wants me to do things with her – and looking forwards to Sunday, when it will be “Mummy’s Turn” again.
You win this time, tiny human.