My (D?) Mother would not allow me to lick the marg off her hot x bun, I didn't want to eat it, just lick the margerine off, but they way she reacted you would have thought I wanted to eat the whole thing, so I decided to scream at her and stamp my feet and she just kept saying no.
She also had very little sympathy for me when I woke up at 5:30 this morning because I'd had a bad dream about D Daddy stealing my cakes again, and told me to go back to sleep. Even my cries telling her I had done a big stinky poo, just resulted in her coming in and checking my nappy, and then telling me there was no poo (Well of course there wasn't I would know if there was) and to go back to bed.
Daddy is now building my trainset for me, but I'll wait for him to finish before telling him I don't really want to play with it.
WIBU?
Junior Prof (aged 2.5)