As I was putting you to bed we were talking about your bedroom walls and what we would paint them. You have very definite ideas about polka dots and after I didn't want to do it exactly as you imagined, you decided that you would just paint the polka dots. I told you no, that I would. It went on for a bit and then I kissed you good night. I heard you in your room trying hard to cry and so I went in to ask why you were trying so hard to cry. After a brief reason you then said the funniest thing...
"Mama, I don't understand ... why do you treat me like a CHILD?!?!?!?!?!!!"
You were serious. Oh dear...
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