Our little threenager has struck again. With wagging finger, hand on hip, and exasperated tilt of head, she instructs her elders: “If it’s bedtime and I don’t want to go to bed, I will get out of bed!” Her logic impeccable, earnest.
She tumbles through her day delivering ultimatums, laying down laws, whilst shifting the goalposts to suit her needs.
She smiles, she woos, she cuddles her way through.
She returns from nursery reciting rhymes and teacher-talk: “Quiet now, I’m talking!” She begins a song; we sing along.
Then she’s three again, asking for family hugs with mum and dad.