Monday, 10 March 2014

I'll be good when I'm four.

Me: Evelyn, come here please, your face needs a wipe.
Evelyn: NO! It does NOT. I do NOT want to be clean.
Me: Well I would like it if you'd let me clean your face please because we can't go out like that can we.
Evelyn: I don't want to do what you say. I will be good when I'm four. 

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