My girl’s birthday is coming soon and I am SUPER EXCITED because I’ve found her a Halloween costume-cum-birthday dress 
She has already tried it on, looks very, very, very adorable in it and has been pointing to it each time she passes by the wardrobe
I had been searching high and low for Dora party packs. Then again, she also likes Hello Kitty.
I decided to stay neutral.
Unfortunately, she found her loot of party packs!!!
In the morning while I was cooking breakfast and getting them ready for school!!!
I’d left it near the ironing board for Hubby to stash the bag on a higher place but he forgot.
When she found the toys, she immediately said, “Mummy, open!!!”
Her brother saw it and asked, “What is that? Wow!!! Can I have one too? Where did you get it from? Is that for her birthday party? What about my birthday party?”
Aaargh, imagine how hard I was glaring at Hubby as I explained,
“This is for your birthday for you to give to your friends. Later, ok?” (I am scrambling eggs or something)
“Mummy, open! Please! Want play! Want blow bubbles!” (You can guess by now what I’ve got for the party packs)
I repeat the same line a few times, which is, of course, nothing to a toddler.
Then, I tried, “Teacher says cannot bring to school.”
(I am spreading butter on toast, peeling an apple, slicing fruit, packing lunch box or taking the wok to the sink.)
“Play at home. Play now.”
Take a deep breath. Looks at the toddler. Toddler looks back with wide, unblinking eyes with toy stuck 1 cm in front of my face.
“It’s broken! We have to fix it first.”
“Papa fix! Papa fix!” Turns to the father who is ironing clothes.
“Don’t come here. Go away! Iron hot!”
Her face crumples up. I glare at the Hubby and says for the umpteenth time,
“DO. NOT. YELL. AT. HER.”
Toddler bawls, runs to Mummy and wraps herself around my legs, “Mummy!!!!! Carry!!!!”
Of course, I have to drop everything, pick her up, wipe her tears, hug her, kiss her and bring her out to the hall.
Plonk her down, put breakfast in front of her and feed her. No way is she going to eat on her own after that.
Finally, I say, “Papa can’t fix. Mummy bring it back to the shop to fix, ok? No more glue.”
“Glue finish?”
“Yes, glue finish.” (We have no more glue at home LOL).
She puts it back in the bulging plastic bag. Her brother puts it back too.
Phew! I have stored the bag safely away.
Good news – I’ve found her the perfect birthday present. Just hope I can find it in pink!
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And we teach our kids NOT. TO. TELL. LIES… ha ha
Congrats on the successful evasive measures!
Bart – *gulp*