Our toddler Little Miss has invented a game or charade or play or something, not sure exactly what it is but it involves train noises like choo-choo etc.

I think I am meant to get on the train and follow behind here (a born leader I tell you), while she makes train noises. When she stops I think I am meant to get off, or get on, or do the hokey pokey….

See for the life of me I can’t work out the rules to the train game. Every time I think I know what I am meant to do it turns out that I am hopelessly incompetent in some way and a screaming hissy fit ensues.

It got so bad this evening when I got home that it ended with the toddler on all fours sobbing about how daddy did it all wrong or words to that effect and for the life of me I couldn’t work out how I had it wrong. I was doing exactly the same things as Wife and Nanna and apparently they had it perfectly correct.

I must be missing some subtle nuance or something. The only thing that saved me from being excommunicated from the family completely was the ever successful parenting technique of the bribe - in this case a peppermint, which was declared a ‘bit spicy’ but was a hit nonetheless.

I hope tomorrow we do something simple like nuclear fusion, because I am beginning to dread the complexities of the train game

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