Just for fun 🤩
Hello, I am 2, nearly 3. I know I am loved oodles by mummy and daddy because they tell me every five minutes. My parents are both teachers of big children who wear big clothes and shoes, some are grown up size 11 but I don’t know what size the boys are.
In the holidays when the Easter bunny was coming, mummy and daddy spent their time off decorating. I really liked the old wallpaper because it was bright and colourful. The new stuff isn’t to my liking if I’m honest, it’s plain, boring and my granny loves it. That’s how bad it is!
Yesterday morning whist my parents were getting ready for work, I thought I would use my bestest crayons to add some much needed colour to this awful decoration, obviously I did my art in an out of the way place to begin with until I got into my stride then when I felt my artistic juices really start to flow I went for it BIG! Disappointingly as I had stepped back to admire my work Daddy came in, swooped me up and said “time for nursery little princess”
As is usual Granny picked me up from nursery. I love granny, she’s wrinkly, and does odd things like sitting in the chair with her saggy eyes closed and mouth open and making funny noises but not always from her mouth!
Mummy says granny is doo lally tat and get this! Granny has a heart of pure gold so she’s a keeper. Wow, just wow. Anyway fast forward to the afternoon. I had persuaded granny to let me watch Bluey while she made a snack, when mummy comes in and daddy was “not too far behind” We had the usual conversation about what I had done today. I knew that I would have to go through it all again later with Daddy so I put my thumb in my mouth looked a bit weary and continued with the tv. Mummy and granny chatted away, daddy came in and asked what I had done today so I proudly led him to my art. Daddy’s face quite quickly became very poorly and shouty Daddy called Mummy to look. She pushed past granny who was looking a tad concerned. After only 5 seconds tops of admiring my colouring she got her waggy finger out and in a raised voice asked “what’s this!” then called me a “little vandal monster” and started talking non sense about hundreds of pounds down a drain?!
I’m deeply upset at this, especially as it is my best work yet and the hypocrisy of calling me names when “we only use kind words and hands are told me. AIBU?