My youngest daughter told me after school today that she 'needed' a certain toy for Christmas.
She didn't 'want' it, she 'needed' it.
Sure.
I told her that all she really needed was love, water, food and a safe place to live. I told her she 'wanted' the toy, but she didn't 'need' it.
She scowled. She kicked her little booted foot. She gave me the old 'you just don't understand ANYTHING' look.
We walked on.
Tonight I told her that I needed her to set the table for dinner.
Guess what she told me?
As a matter of fact I did end up setting the table myself.
Brat.
I'm Leanne and I'm a tired mama. I work, I parent, I juggle and I don't seem to get enough sleep. Welcome to the place where I rant about all these things...
