I've had quite a few discussions with youngest daughter (aged 4) about quiet voices and SHOUTY VOICES this week. Of course I am glad that, as the youngest of three, she is not a down-trodden little pipsqueak who gets overlooked and daren't stick up for herself but all the same, I can't help wishing she wasn't quite so bloody-minded and LOUD.
There have been rather a lot of conversations like this:
Me: Holly, get your shoes on, it's time for playgroup.
Me: Now, please, we're going to be late.
Me: Holly, just do it, please, without shouting.
Her: I AM NOT SHOUTING!
Me: Stop arguing and put your shoes on!
Her: I AM NOT ARGUING!
It cracks me up, that 'I am NOT ARGUING!' Most of the time.
‘I am Mary Queen of Scots’
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