This is in response to Rohini’s tag.
One from the good old days…
Your little one has been singing a rhyme all day till you’re driven up the wall. She’s sung it for the neighbour, the maid, the guard … everyone. Then your husband comes home. You ask her to sing it for papa and ….. silence….
And when they’re older…
Your son/daughter who is unable to play for a minute with his/her sibling without a squabble gets a comment ‘good team player’ at school.