It’s not so much fun being a toddler, I think. There’s so many things you’re not allowed to do. For instance:
- Don’t touch that (about 25 times a day for phone, computer, broom, dustpan, dustbin, and mop, dirty diaper…)
- Don’t open that clothes cupboard
- Don’t open that kitchen cabinet either
- Don’t put your hand in the toilet
- Out! You’re not allowed in the bathroom
- Don’t take off your clothes unless I tell you to
- Or your shoes
- Or your hair clip
- And DO NOT open your diaper
- Nor your sister’s
- Don’t bang on the washing machine, or dismantle its detergent tray
- Don’t stuff the washing machine full of toys (unless you really dirtied them, in which case, don’t)
- Don’t mess with the TV
- Don’t bang on the window, the mirror, or the framed paintings
- Don’t tug on the electric cable of the fridge
- DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES EVER pull the childproof pieces out of the electric sockets and stick your fingers or bits of metal things into them
- Don’t pull the paint off the wall
- And double-don’t eat it!
- Don’t climb on the dining table
- Don’t unravel those bedsheets which I just spent 15 minutes folding
- Don’t pull/push/pinch/beat her or poke her eyes out or pull her hair - she’s your sister!
- Don’t attack me - I’m your mother!
And lastly but most vehemently: DON’T lock me or yourselves into or out of anywhere or anything (including, but not limited to the bathroom, verandah, apartment, and car)!
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