'Do you want juice?'
'NO'
Do you want some toast?'
'NO'
'Do you want some chocolate?'
Pause
'NO' - I will NOT comply
I finish feeding Hz and Biryani approaches me, wanting to have some lap time and sing humpty dumpty.
'Put him away' , pointing to car seat
Biryani wields my biro left unattended for a couple of minutes. I rush to the kitchen to fetch some paper from the drawer, followed in hot pusuit by daughter.
Daughter -*Cries*, 'NO, NO', 'push, push'
Me- '??'
Oh, you want me to shut the drawer so you can fetch the paper yourself.
I close the drawer. Peace is resumed ..
2 comments:
Assalamu alaykum sis, lol! That so true!
That's why they called it terrible twos....all my dua'as
mm terrible two's has stretched right into the ferocious fours for my wee one.....
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