Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present to you, a guest post by my gorgeous (if a bit cheeky) daughter.
I give you…. Rhyming with wine gums.
“I quite like my mummy, but fear she’s obsessed,
and weirdly fixated on getting me dressed?
I’m happy to stay in my jim jams all day,
but when I suggest this she just says “No way!”
I watch her approach with my clothes in her hand, as she tries to work out which escape route I’ve planned.
“Time to get dressed” she will loudly announce, as she marches towards me preparing to pounce…
But little does she know that now I am three, my mummy’s no longer the big boss of me!!
I’ll stay in my jammies if that’s what I chose, now I’m a big girl I’ll simply refuse.
I put forth my well reasoned argument so…
(She’s quite hard of listening so I just shout “NO!”)
Sensing a battle she quickens her pace, So I run up the stairs and my mummy gives chase.
Then as she gets closer I’ll dash for the door.
If she happens to catch me I’ll drop to the floor.
Sensing I’m cornered she thinks that she’s won, but really this war dance has only begun.
Jammies removed I run off in the buff and dance round in circles as she yells “Enough!!”
It’s cute that her face turns a weird shade of red. As she wrestles to pull my top over my head.
I like to observe as she gets in a state,
And babbles on something about “blah blah late”
She wriggles on trousers and socks one by one, then slumps back exhausted, and thinking she’s done.
But one day she’ll learn that she can’t outsmart me!
I just wait til I’m dressed then say I need a wee…”
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