Well I'm trying to decide whether or not to cancel DD2's bouncy castle. Her party's at 2pm. Sigh... I'd best get dressed and go get the bits for the cake and bake it. Feeling completely knackered as DT1 (grrrrrrrrrrrrr) didn't sleep for hours last night and was up early kissing me! Grrrrrrrrrr
These are some of the things she told me last night when I said she had to stay in bed:
I don't like you anymore. You're not my best friend and you're not coming to my party.
It's my choice to stay up and not to ever ever sleep.
I want you to go away and live somewhere else. Daddy, DS1, DD1, DD2 and DT2 can stay here but you have to go next door or far far away poo poo head.
It's my choice Mummy, it's my choice.
You're not allowed to have any of your friends come here.
Right I'm going to get lice and scratch my head all the time. It's my choice!
If you let me have the light on and play I'll go to sleep.
I'm never never never going to eat my dinner again. It's my choice.
Why are you being mean to me? Say sorry! Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee say sorry!
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all of that carried on and on and on! It was hard not to laugh each time she threw in "it's my choice" which is clearly her new phrase of the week! [yawn]