As if butter wouldn't melt!
Me: 'it's not nice to bite the ends of the strawberry's and put half back, can you not do it again'
Peanut: 'I don't care' (full of petulance)
Me : 'this behviour makes mummy sad, where has my lovely daughter gone, the one who is nice to mammy'
Peanut (stomping up the stairs) 'she's gone to Dublin, BY HER OWN' (where her Grandparents and Aunties live)
Mummy had no reply!
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