It seems that since my last post my ‘heroic’ son has been possessed and is indulging in such activities as:
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dropping his sister on her head
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pee’ing in his pants
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refusing to go out in the sun
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complaining that it’s too cold out in the sun
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crying uncontrollably because I’ve made the ‘wrong’ pudding and then abruptly stopping crying when it becomes clear that he’s not getting his own way
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crying uncontrollably because his sister has something he wants and then abruptly stopping crying when it becomes clear I’m not going to side with him
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crying uncontrollably because his sister has thrown a wooden brick at him and it’s bounced off his bonce … ok, I’ll give him that one!
Of course his sister, never wanting to be outdone, has:
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thrown an array of toys at her elder sibling
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pushed her brother out of the way whenever I’ve tried to show him anything
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poured her milk all over the sofa
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thrown a tantrum on the sofa and bumped her head on the back of said sofa … twice.
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sat herself on the arm of the sofa - despite being told off ad infinitum times not to - and thrown herself off backwards … much to my dismay … she survived and found the whole episode hilarious - meanwhile I took a minor coronary and shouted at everyone I could lay eyes on including the bemused dog who now sits in the corner awaiting the next outburst.
Honestly if you’re thinking about having kids don’t, just don’t!
