What’s the deal with three year olds?
One minute she’s sweet as pie, helping to prepare tea – “I’m your best helper girl, Mum!”
Fast forward five minutes; she’s flicking me on the back with a curly-straw while I’m up to my eye balls in M’s shit.
Is eighteen years on time-out really that unreasonable?!
Ok. So I may have SLIGHTY overreacted to the situation; due to the fact that I had a droplet of M’s poo juice ON MY CHIN after she farted while I was attempting to wipe her bum.