Little miss has taken to announcing her concern at certain matters with a refrain of ‘oh dear dear dear’.
For example the other day I opened the door to the bedroom of the supposedly soundly sleeping toddler only to find her standing there on the little couch in her room, a toy hanger full of stuffed toys ripped from the ceiling and toys strewn all around. When she heard the door open Little Miss turned to me with a look of concern and uttered the sentence ‘Oh dear dear dear, I was just getting my toys and they fell down, Oh dear dear dear, whatever shall we do? Daddy, you will have to fix it’ - all in a strangely plummy English accent.
The fact she was meant to be in bed seemed irrelevant, the fact she was standing on her couch was inconsequential, the unfortunate reality that the hook in the room could not absorb the strain from her swinging on it was neither hear nor there. In her mind the ’system’ had failed her, and let her down quite badly, it had nothing to do with her behaviour. As the prime representative in her mind of the ’system’ in the householdit was obviously my responsibility to restore order.
Sadly for our toddler daddy didn’t see it that way and the toy hanger is no longer attached to the ceiling at all, and in her mind this is the ultimate act of betrayal and is slowly destroying her very essence.
Oh dear, dear, dear.
