NOTE: This post is a year old. Was written on Dec 2009 when the Bean was 2.5 years old. Yes, I’m busy with something again and can’t put up fresh posts. Will tell you after its all over.
It’s a late winter afternoon and I am struggling to put them into bed for a nap. They’re looking for excuses to hop out of bed. The Brat brings up what he considers a crisis – “My lips are chapped.”
“Oh alright” I snap, grabbing a tub of Vaseline and slathering it over his lips.
This sounds like a brainwave to the Bean who is slipping out of bed to go get my chapstick. She loves pretending its her “lipstip”. I grab her by the scruff of her neck, tuck her back in, slather some Vaseline on her lips and tell her to shut her eyes.
She glares at me and defiantly turns around and rubs the Vaseline into my pillow “I don’t love you Mamma”. I groan inwardly, ignore her and get off the bed to get back to work, tossing a careless “You don’t need to love me, you need to just sleep and let me get some work done,” at her.
“Mamma, come here,” says her highness.
Beanie: I want to sleep in your lap
MM: But you just said you don’t love me
A moment to think it over and she responds “I don’t love you. But I love your lap.”
Nice. Compartmentalisation. She should be a man.