Jan
5th
Napping is for Losers!
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Ok that’s not quite what she said.
But Rowan has become obsessed with the fact that she’s Big.
Big with a capital I’ll do what I want when I want to cos you’re not in charge of me, Beee-atch! as she sashays out of the room.
*blink*
So - my daughter has bought her pre-school admission tickets for Sassys R Us and she’s using them!
She told BN that she didn’t want a nap because ‘I’m Big. I’m this tall (with actions) all the way up to the top of my head.’
Which is not sassy, it’s quite cute. In fact, that doesn’t quite do justice to the amount of sassiness we’ve been getting. So I don’t really know why I said that other than it was relevant to the whole nap time thing.. and the being Big thing.
Oh yeah .. It was relevant.
Ahem.
I parent in the Socratic way. I think. Anyway it’s the way when you ask them a question right back if they ask you something you think they know the answer to. It’s really fucking clever for us, really fucking annoying for them. But it works.
Kind of. Well it almost works. I’m told.
They ask ‘why do I have to eat my tea?’ You say - ‘Well my little angel darling sweetheart, why do you think you need to eat your tea?’
They say - because I need food, or because I’m hungry, or because of whatever reason you’ve told them before and they realise they have answered their own question.
Why do you think you need to tidy your room? or Why do you think you need to go for a wee? or my one of my personal favourites, Why do you think I don’t want you to spin till your dizzy at the top of the stairs?
After a while they apparently do start to get the hang of thinking before they ask something stupid. We haven’t actually got to that stage yet but we live in hope. ‘Cos we have been told that at some point that does happen. Whatever.
Rowan however, has only got to the point where she thinks she knows better than everyone about everything.
Every.One.
If you ask her to do something she needs to know why. If you ask her to eat something she needs to know why. If you ask her to do any fucking thing, she wants to know why? And if she doesn’t want to know why she spouts some of my parental wisdom back at me.
Like - why do you think I should eat my tea, mummy?
Sometimes, I really wanna say.. Fortheloveofgodchildshutthefuckupandjustdowhatyourefuckingtoldalready. But you know? I don’t. Because then she’d only say it back to me next week.










































