The other week, I received a reprimand of sorts.
Just before bedtime, Olivia walked into the living room.
She surveyed the scene; toys strewn across the floor after a day of play. Putting hands on hips, she said, “Look at this mess.” She paused. “It’s all over!”
Olivia sighed and shook her head.
My husband and I looked at each other and tried hard to stifle our giggles.
“Who’s going to tidy the mess up?” I asked.
“Mummy!” She exclaimed without a moment’s hesitation. And with that she trundled happily off to bed.
I had to ask!