It has begun.
Son: Mummy is naughty!
Me: Son, stop saying mummy is naughty.
Son: Mummy is naughty! Mummy is naughty! Mummy is naughty!
Me: Stop! You want to go to the naughty room later?!
Son: *whines* No! You cannot bring me to the naughty room! You call me naughty so I call Mummy naughty! You cannot bring me to the naughty room!
Me: *pause*
It has begun.
At 3yrs 8mths old, my son scored a minor victory for himself.
I dunno whether to be happy, scared or afraid.
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