I'm a 17 month old girl, and I think I have the worst mother in the world.
This morning, she forcibly put me in the car, then drove me to the large building that I like to make screechy noises in because of the echo. She strapped me into the iron chariot, and started to walk around. So as to not disturb her from her seemingly random placing of objects into the back of my chariot, I began making my screechy screeches, when to my horror she made the noise that meant she wanted me to stop. I was completely dumbfounded, does anyone else's mother do this?
Anyway, so as not to provoke her further, I turned my attention to the other items in the chariot, in fact when her back was turned I managed to get hold of one of the tubs with the foil tops that she tries to market to me as a treat. (I know better. I've seen where she puts the choc choc) with my brand new mouth knives I managed to piece the papery stuff, squirting the innards all over myelf and the cart, before throwing it on the floor. I was having such a great time before she turned back. She made the noise that means stop again, before starting to clean me.
Once back home, I felt a little tired, so she put me in my tiny jail, where I finally submitted to sleep. I can only assume she ceased to exist in this time, but as I dreamed of the smell of chocolate cake and sausage casserole she may have been making them in the "ah ah no burney hot" as she calls it.
When I finally got up this afternoon, she made me my afternoon feast, but forgot to peel my apple. I taught her a lesson by throwing it on the floor. I may have punished her further, but Mr maker was on, and the shapes song is my jam.
We later engaged in our favourite activities, mainly looking at the bound paper whilst I try to pull it out of her hands to show her how to use it properly, I conducted her in singing (making sure to reward by clapping) and screeching when unable to get the square in the round hole.
I thought I had given her a lovely day, full of challenges, but now, all I want to do is roll around on the sofa/mummy, alternately head butting her and kicking her in the nose, whilst spilling my bottle of water on every available surface. She keeps lifting my legs out the way and asking for kisses, which she know I abhor.
Would I be unreasonable to go NC?