You have to be careful what you ask small children don’t you? Here is my case in point – this week I asked my four-year-old daughter if she would like an ice cream.I offered her strawberry, chocolate, or vanilla. When she chose to have a bit of all three I delivered it to her at the table and asked “Am I the best mummy in the world or what?” “What!” came the reply.
That’s twice now, twice that we’ve been to the dentist and Lois hasn’t opened her mouth, twice now that I’ve been through the embarrassment and twice now that I’ve had to rebook the appointment so that the dentist can hopefully one day, count her teeth before she’s in her 50s. This time I even went in the chair before her, yes I’ve paid for me to have a checkup appointment so that I could show her there is nothing to worry about. Did it make a difference, hell no.
We’d even done rehearsals at home because I know last time she sat in the chair she pursed her lips together and she didn’t move them, my little chatterbox didn’t say a word just in case the dentist got to look at her gnashers.
So I had to resort to bribery, whilst sat in the chair I told her that she was a really big girl and that she could do this and it wouldn’t hurt, but there she sat tight lipped. I said that we could go to the park straight afterwards if she let them have a look, I promised that she could have my phone in the car to watch videos on YouTube, I also said we’d get her favourite food prawns on the way home. No still not having it. She was promised a sticker if she did it, which did the trick for me at 4 years old, but no not for her.
So I took my last shot, gritted my teeth put my mouth on her ear and told her that if she didn’t open her lips and let the man take a look at her pegs she would never have a prize egg again. It’s bad form to promise your little girl chocolate while she sat in the dentist chair but that’s where she pushes me to! Have a guess what happened, yep I’ve got my fingers crossed for 3rd time lucky. When we arrived home I asked her about it and what she was worried about, nothing is the answer I got and she informed me that she would do it when she’s 8! That kid has got to be kidding me.
How the hell do you get them to do it? Any tips would be great! Bar dropping haribo into her open mouth, it’s a bit frowned upon there.
Foods eaten- sausage roll, a banana, bread sticks, kinder egg and a packet of monster munch
Mess made- used wet wipes, chocolate smears from a kinder egg, crisps ground into the seat, sticky hand marks on the windows
Luggage acquired- 4 blankets, a talking bird, little ted, a kinder dinosaur, 3 pine cones, a hockey stick and a bike
Toyota Yaris bonus points – I haven’t even had to fill her up with petrol, the hybrid is working for us.
I played hockey at the weekend and so my lovely Toyota Yaris has been loaded up, I mean loads of luggage, not only did I need my kit, but I also need to take about a weeks worth of entertainment for my daughter, which includes a buggy for sleeping, a bike, teddy, a bag of princesses, a bag of “My little Pony’s” some stickers, a lunchbox, 5 blankets just in case, a football, a scooter and 8 coats because she can’t decide which one to wear and of course wellies and a change of clothes. It all fitted in admirably, I don’t really want to unload it and find all the debris.
Foods eaten- jam sandwich
Mess made- a few crumbs from the sandwich and a muddy footprint on the edge of the seat
Bonus points for the Toyota Yaris- when you pull away at a junction it sounds like you’re taking off, which also doubles as a great in car game of aeroplanes
No sooner had we pulled away from the show room but there came a tiny voice from the back seat asking for food. As she had her lunch box beside her I asked to get something from that rather than grappling in the front for a half eaten wagon wheel.
My 4 year old picked out a yoghurt with no spoon (thank goodness, can you imagine it in a moving vehicle? She manages to get it on the tele and in her hair when she eats it at the table) and a jam sandwich. I daren’t look, somehow jam always ends up in the air but then is drawn to any material thing to make it red and sticky, no good when you’ve set yourself a challenge to keep this Toyota Yaris looking plush.
I’ve just been to pick up my beautiful top of the range Toyota Yaris from Snows Toyota (I have to remember it’s not mine). Before I had a child I had no idea how that can incur on your life, but yes even picking up a vehicle took 10 times as long, with an excited 4 year old asking how long it’s going to take, what the man’s name is, how much longer, can I have your phone mummy, how much longer and can I drive it please mummy??
I knew it was going to be hard work with my daughter trying to catch my attention at every opportunity, so I’d gone ready loaded to the plush showroom loaded with kids snacks it was similar to feeding the pigeons in Trafalgar Square as I passed haribo to her like they were going out of fashion, just so I could hear how a hybrid works.
All done though and with my head full of instructions I drove away from there all chuffed, with my brand spanking new Toyota feeling more ‘earth mother’ than swampy the tree hugging protester with my hybrid.