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Sassitude

My daughter has always had attitude. At seven hours old, she let the world know she’d arrived by waking all the other sleeping babies on the hospital ward with loud shouts. The nurses joked she’d be an opera singer. I winced.

Her spirit was apparant when she refused to take a bottle of expressed milk. Ever. Medicine on a spoon? No way. In fact, if she didn’t want to do it or she wasn’t 100% in control of it, she was not a fan. Not a fan at all.

I’ve since learned that the best way to persuade my two and a half year old to do something not involving chocolate or paint is to make her think it was her idea. This helps in certain situations, but not in ones involving a new personality trait she’s been displaying recently.

Sassitude.

It came from nowhere, much like Gangnam Style, and then firmly refused to budge. In fact, the first hint of sass was centred around said Korean pop tune. “I WANT DANDELION STYLE MUMMY!” wailed my toddler, as I refused to play it for the millionth time in a row.

When asked to get in the bath: “I NOT get in bath Mummy!”

When told it’s bed time: “It NOT bedtime Mummy!”

When scolded by her father for her “sass”: “I sassy and I know it! I DRAMA queen!”

There is no hope.

Dad and daughter watching football

Watching football, counting money, with sassitude