There is a certain way of calling mummy that I just know means I am going to be asked to do something I will want to say no to.
Just the particular rising inflection combined with a certain plaintive tone and I am already squaring my shoulders ready for the reaction to my no.
But sometimes, even when I know I want to say no, I just get soft and say yes.
Even though I know that before I even finish the final sssss sound I will be regretting my decision.
Today was one of those days.
'Mummy, we want to sew something.'
Sounds perfectly innocuous right?
Amy's brand of particular perfectionalism and Meg's low tolerance for drudgery means that 'we want to sew' always ends up with me completing two sewing projects.
Oh well, they had fun doing the bits they did do.
And I talked Meg down from a dress to a small drawstring bag so that's something.