I mean, we ran round on hobby horses when we were little but we grew out of that. This is just hobby horses for the perpetually infantile.
Yes indeed. Mummy mustn’t have any rights. Mummy must stay in thrall to me, the mighty toddler, the irrepressible infant. Mummy must do whatever I say, whenever I say it.
Oh I’m tired and cross. I need to have a tantrum now at Mummy. Then I’ll throw all my food in her face. Then I’ll have a nice cry.