Annie68
Silver Member
We had an episode with my 3 year old daughter this afternoon. I got her paints out for her to play with and typically she ended up with it up to her armpits. I asked how did you get paint so far up your arms.. she said, Daddy did it. I said that Daddy wasn't even in the room. she said, he came downstairs, painted her arms, and then went back upstairs again before I could see what he'd done and told him off.
My god, she's only 3!!
During the summer it rained one afternoon. She got her wellies out and wanted to play splashing in the puddles. By the time she was ready, the puddle had dried up. She stood in the garden crying and said that the sun had drunk her special puddle and she wasn't happy.
My now 23 yr old daughter was walking through the park in spring when she was about 4 yrs old and said to my mum... oh look nanny, someone coloured all the trees in, wasn't that nice. She was talking about the blossom.. bless her
My god, she's only 3!!
During the summer it rained one afternoon. She got her wellies out and wanted to play splashing in the puddles. By the time she was ready, the puddle had dried up. She stood in the garden crying and said that the sun had drunk her special puddle and she wasn't happy.
My now 23 yr old daughter was walking through the park in spring when she was about 4 yrs old and said to my mum... oh look nanny, someone coloured all the trees in, wasn't that nice. She was talking about the blossom.. bless her