Miss M has learned a new trick.
It is this…
Combined with this…
Miss M: “Sweeties Mummy.”
Me: “Not today babe.”
Miss M: “Sweeties.”
Me: “No M, it’s not a sweetie day today.”
Miss M: “Sweeties peas.” (That’s M speak for please.)
Me: “No M. You can have an apple.”
Miss M: “Peasy peasy mummy.”
Me: “No.”
Miss M: “Pease”
Me: “No.”
Miss M: “Pease sweeties”
Me: “No.”
Miss M: “Sweeties.”
Me: “No.”
Miss M: “Peasy peasy.”
Me: “No.”
Miss M: “Pease sweeties.”
Me: “No.”
Miss M: “Pease.”
Me: “No.”
Miss M: “Pease”
Me: “No.”
Miss M: “Pease”
Me: “No.”
Miss M: “Pease”
Me: “No.”
Miss M: “Pease”
Me: “No.”
Miss M: “My want sweeties Mummy.”
Me: “Well it’s not a sweetie day M. You can have an apple or a banana or some raisins or a yogurt.”
Miss M: “Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrm.”
Me: “Which one babe?”
Miss M: “Errrrrrrrrrrrm.”
Me: “Apple?”
Miss M: “Errrrrrrm.”
Me: “Banana?”
Miss M: “Errrrrm. Sweeties.”
Me: “Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
Who teaches them this?
Who?
The cuteness, the pleading, the eyelashes?
It’s like a strange kind of torture devised to drive parents to madness.
Or worse…
Death by cuteness.
I’ve said it before.
Cuteness should banned.
It is just wrong.
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Part 2 Poetry Requests…
“A squirrel keeps leaving monkey nuts all over our garden and it’s driving MWM wild-can you come up with a poem for that?
Akelamalu, I had a go.
Hope you like it…
Nuts
You keep your lawn so lovely
I thought I’d leave a gift
A special little something
To give your heart a lift
I searched ‘tween hill and heather
‘Twixt sheds and water butts
And came across a lovely thing
A bag of monkey nuts
I scattered them and strew them
In quite an arty way
I hope you like the pattern
It took me half the day
There is no need to thank me
You really are too kind
We p’raps should thank the monkey…
Though he didn’t seem to mind
Hee hee. Thanks Akelamalu, that was fun.
Well I enjoyed it anyway.
Other requests/suggestions will be posted soon.
Keep em coming if you have the urge.
Thanks everyone.
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September 19th, 2007 at 12:57 pm
Fabulous poem! And if you find an antidote for cuteness and pouty lips, let me know…..I’m a sucker every time so soon my children will have no teeth in their heads…
September 19th, 2007 at 1:15 pm
Here’s an idea: start referring to yougurt and fruits as “sweeties.” Then look confused when M questions why you are handing her these items. : )
Oh, and I love watching the squirrels in my front yard. I think they are slightly insane. But fun to watch.
September 19th, 2007 at 2:11 pm
Leendaluu thanks.
And an antidote would be good wouldn’t it.
Hmmm, Susan, it might just work…
September 19th, 2007 at 3:53 pm
I love the poem Jo. I’m convinced the cuteness is an evolutionary trait that keeps us from eating our children out of frustration. Mine has a variation of cuteness, which is called “make mummy laugh”. Unfortunately, silly faces, half-baked knock-knock jokes, and strange body-twisting dances are generally my undoing.
September 19th, 2007 at 4:08 pm
LOL ummm yeah! you might find this post of mine fun to read!
http://livingandlovingeveryminuteofit.blogspot.com/2007/07/pretty-please-mama.html
why do they try to kill us with kindness????
September 19th, 2007 at 7:19 pm
What amazes me is that at the end of your no/pease exchange there wasn’t a tantrum!
September 19th, 2007 at 11:21 pm
Hahahaha. So, SO darling, that torture device!
September 19th, 2007 at 11:30 pm
I’m a sucker for that cuteness thing every time, so much so that I need to rely on the Mrs. to be the strong one. Glad to know that you supermoms struggle with it too!
September 20th, 2007 at 3:21 am
Your sweeties story made me smile. It is so familiar. Kids are so determined when they want something.
The only way I have stopped my kids nagging me for kids is saying that only Grandma buys them (and they fell for it, so I am sticking to this story
) They just pester me for other stuff – it is amazing how much they love me when they want something!
September 20th, 2007 at 3:52 am
Hi, Jo.
If i send you a pic of my eyelashes, can i have a bottle of wine, please?
TIA.
September 20th, 2007 at 5:55 am
Brilliant!
And I thought my little girl hard to resist, when she isn’t even talking yet.
September 20th, 2007 at 9:31 am
So the million dollar question is – did you cave and give her the sweeties or did you pull up your titanium undies and continue saying NO?
September 20th, 2007 at 11:01 am
After going for the three year checkup and finding he was now in only the 70% in height, but in the >95% in weight, all nonfruit snaks have been eliminated from our house!
Now if we can just figure out what to do about his grandmother, who started this whole mess to begin with!
But they are so sweet. Isn’t it hard to say no?!?
September 20th, 2007 at 11:08 am
Miss M has the powers of persistence and charm. Give her some legal training and you might see a career ahead as a Barrister or Sales woman.
Love the monkey nuts. poem ;-D
September 20th, 2007 at 11:20 am
Ah yes cute should be banned – it works every time!
Love the poem – you are so very good at this – thanks.
September 20th, 2007 at 11:22 am
Ah yes cute should be banned – it works every time!
Love the poem! You are so very good at this !
Thanks.
September 20th, 2007 at 12:14 pm
<p>Jen, hee hee, ’strange body-twisting dances’, I can just imagine it. TFYO is hilarious.</p>
<p>Corey, that post is exactly right. Where do they learn this??</p>
<p>Mrs Weasley, I hadn’t thought of that.<br />
And could you resist that litte face? Well I did, and she didn’t scream.<br />
Result.</p>
<p>Brillig I know, there are more painful ways to go I suppose.</p>
<p>Troy welcome, and I’ve never been called a supermom before. Hee hee. I will pop over for a visit to get some tips.</p>
Hi Manic mama, welcome. You are so right. The love they have when they want something is a joy. Hee hee.
And the grandparents idea is genius.
Napoleon, you do have lovely eyes. You can come for wine anytime, or Mr B will deliver one.</p>
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<p>Mother at Large just wait till Beanie learns ‘please.’<br />
Your life will change beyond recognition.
<p>RC, I won! Yay. Yah boo toddlers everywhere. This was one for the mummys.</p>
<p>Blue Momma, he looks fine to me. I go by clothes and look now, all the weight stuff is too messed up.<br />
Grandparents are hard work though. We should blame them. Mr B’s mum brings them icecream before they’ve even started their dinner.</p>
<p>Akelamalu I think I’m seeing double, hee hee.<br />
Thanks for the inspiration.<br />
Cute squirrels should be banned too.</p>
September 20th, 2007 at 1:04 pm
Love the post. Love the poem. Always fun to visit, Jo
September 20th, 2007 at 2:11 pm
Yes, Pickle has perfected ‘cat from Shrek ‘eyes too. Works well she finds.
September 21st, 2007 at 4:59 am
Thanks David.
How do they learn this stuff Picklesmum?
I suppose it’s a survival thing. Look cute and you get what you want.
Big sigh.
I love it though, and sometimes I do it on Mr B hee hee.