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I am battling the will of a 3 year old who is going on sixteen.
I know this is a battle that I will keep fighting, especially as she grows older, but jeez I am tired.
Tired of the battle of wills, tired of this beautiful little girl, turning into an ogre that would put her beloved Shrek to shame. (That is Shrek pre Fiona, cause we all know he's a pussy cat after he meets her)
In my head I am shouting in the voice of an ancient warrior who wants to defeat his enemy -
‘You will YEILD to me’.
In reality I am saying
‘that will be three more minutes on the thinking step’..... where is my wine!
