This was a cunning mix of both 'loud' and 'over' parenting on my part.
We were sitting in a smart restaurant, overlooking a harbour, and the place was stuffed full of oldish couples, (no other children in sight). There were a lot of rolled eyes and quiet sighs when we walked in with ds, so I was already a wee bit on the defensive side.
ds (3.5) was hungry, tired, whingy and sullen - in hindsight, we should have bought fish and chips and eaten them outside, but whatever.
So, I'm trying to distract him whilst waiting for food and doing a lot of the "Yes, darling, that's a ship, what colour is the ship? White and blue?! Oh aren't you clever, yes it is white - well done! It's just like the ship in your book, isn?t it? And just like Papi's boat! And where do you think the ship is sailing to?"blah, blah, blah,
DS mumbles something that I can't quite get.
Me: Sorry, darling? Do enunciate; use your words, sweetness,you're so good at that. What did you say?
Ds: (with ringing clarity) I don?t fucking know.
Lesson learned, I feel.