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Kids. Who'd have 'em?
Transcript of my walk home from picking up the Cherub (age 4 1/2) from pre-school. To be honest she's getting too big for her pushchair (buggy) but omg does it make life easier on occasion. Cut to spare you all! *g*
Cherub: I WANT TO GO TO TOWN!
Me: Not today dear. Here, have your biscuit.
Cherub: I don't want that biscuit.
Me: Well that's what I brought. You can have a different one when we get home.
Cherub: I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT TO GO TO TOWN! WAAAAH!
Me: Tough, we're going home.
Cherub: I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT TO GO TO TOWN! WAAAAH!
She keeps this up for a while, until she spies the playground further along the road.
Cherub: I WANT TO GO TO THE PLAYGROUND!
Me: It's a nice day.... yeah, go on.
Cherub: AND THEN GO TO TOWN!
Me: No.
Cherub: THEN I DON'T WANT TO GO!
Me: Are you sure?
Cherub: I WANT THE PLAYGROUND THEN TOWN!
Me: We're not going to town.
Cherub: WAAAH! THEN I DON'T WANT THE PLAYGROUND! *sob* I WANT TO GO TO TOWN!
As she keeps shouting she [grumpily] starts trailing her feet on the pavement.
Me: Please don't put your feet on the ground, you're going to get hurt.
Cherub: LEAVE ME ALONE!
Me: Very well.
Cherub: I WANT TO GO TOWN! I WANT TO GO TOWN! I WANT TO GO TOWN! WAAAH!
Me: Darling, do you honestly think this strategy is going to work?
Cherub: I WANT TO GO TOWN!
Me: Whatever. (I'm such a heartless mother...)
As we were getting closer to home, she decided to do that worming herself out of her harness that children get very good at, so - to stop her from actually falling out - I lifted her out.
Cherub: I WANT A CARRY!
She is skinny, but heavy. Also carrying a child + pushing a pushchair is pretty knackering.
Me: No. You can walk, or you can get back in the pushchair.
Cherub: I WANT A CARRY!
Me: No.
Cherub: I WANT A CARRY!
I start walking off.
Cherub: WAAAH! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! I WANT A CARRY!
This is the point where it got kinda hard to keep a straight face, cause she was alternating between sitting down on the ground and jumping up and down in anger.
Me: You've been naughty and shouty. Say sorry.
Cherub: I WANT A CARRY!
Me: What do you say?
Cherub: I WANT A CARRY!
This continued for a while, and then we had a time-out, wherein she had a sip of her drink and decided that she did want her biscuit after all. Cue TRAGEDY when she dropped it.
Cherub: MY BISCUIT! *heartbreak*
So I picked her up.
Me: Are you sorry for being shouty?
Cherub: *mumble mumble yes*
Me: What was that?
Cherub: I'm sorry.
Me: Are we friends then?
Cherub: *sad nod*
So she did get a carry in the end. Here endeth the day's dose of parenting. (I might have been mentally composing this post in my head as things unfolded. *g*)
To give this post some purpose other than my daughter's tantrum, a fabulous KitKat advert from 2001 that made me terribly nostalgic. Do you remember when Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen was all over TV (and Daleks weren't)? (From this post, which has the best ring tone *ever*!)
Cherub: I WANT TO GO TO TOWN!
Me: Not today dear. Here, have your biscuit.
Cherub: I don't want that biscuit.
Me: Well that's what I brought. You can have a different one when we get home.
Cherub: I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT TO GO TO TOWN! WAAAAH!
Me: Tough, we're going home.
Cherub: I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT TO GO TO TOWN! WAAAAH!
She keeps this up for a while, until she spies the playground further along the road.
Cherub: I WANT TO GO TO THE PLAYGROUND!
Me: It's a nice day.... yeah, go on.
Cherub: AND THEN GO TO TOWN!
Me: No.
Cherub: THEN I DON'T WANT TO GO!
Me: Are you sure?
Cherub: I WANT THE PLAYGROUND THEN TOWN!
Me: We're not going to town.
Cherub: WAAAH! THEN I DON'T WANT THE PLAYGROUND! *sob* I WANT TO GO TO TOWN!
As she keeps shouting she [grumpily] starts trailing her feet on the pavement.
Me: Please don't put your feet on the ground, you're going to get hurt.
Cherub: LEAVE ME ALONE!
Me: Very well.
Cherub: I WANT TO GO TOWN! I WANT TO GO TOWN! I WANT TO GO TOWN! WAAAH!
Me: Darling, do you honestly think this strategy is going to work?
Cherub: I WANT TO GO TOWN!
Me: Whatever. (I'm such a heartless mother...)
As we were getting closer to home, she decided to do that worming herself out of her harness that children get very good at, so - to stop her from actually falling out - I lifted her out.
Cherub: I WANT A CARRY!
She is skinny, but heavy. Also carrying a child + pushing a pushchair is pretty knackering.
Me: No. You can walk, or you can get back in the pushchair.
Cherub: I WANT A CARRY!
Me: No.
Cherub: I WANT A CARRY!
I start walking off.
Cherub: WAAAH! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! I WANT A CARRY!
This is the point where it got kinda hard to keep a straight face, cause she was alternating between sitting down on the ground and jumping up and down in anger.
Me: You've been naughty and shouty. Say sorry.
Cherub: I WANT A CARRY!
Me: What do you say?
Cherub: I WANT A CARRY!
This continued for a while, and then we had a time-out, wherein she had a sip of her drink and decided that she did want her biscuit after all. Cue TRAGEDY when she dropped it.
Cherub: MY BISCUIT! *heartbreak*
So I picked her up.
Me: Are you sorry for being shouty?
Cherub: *mumble mumble yes*
Me: What was that?
Cherub: I'm sorry.
Me: Are we friends then?
Cherub: *sad nod*
So she did get a carry in the end. Here endeth the day's dose of parenting. (I might have been mentally composing this post in my head as things unfolded. *g*)
To give this post some purpose other than my daughter's tantrum, a fabulous KitKat advert from 2001 that made me terribly nostalgic. Do you remember when Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen was all over TV (and Daleks weren't)? (From this post, which has the best ring tone *ever*!)
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Oh good grief, that is SO familiar.... this morning our version was "I DON'T have beautiful hair! I don't WANNA be beautiful! I have a headache! I want to stay home!"
In the evening or weekend (ie don't have to go anywhere) if that stuff even starts up, I usually send her to her room after the first three words. I get SO sick of dealing with all the drama just trying to get out the door every morning. It brings out my inner Mominator!
Glad to hear it's not just me though, lol.....
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Heee! Oh hairbrushing... The older two are pretty much OK (except for "You are HURTING me OW OW OW!"), but the Cherub is tricky.
Glad to hear it's not just me though, lol.....
EVERYONE has been there, oh yes.
Thank you for posting her answer, it was fun to wake up to! :)