More yoghurt

Mum was being very unreasonable tonight.

She wouldn't let me have a yoghurt for dinner.

Of course, I'd already had two for breakfast and two for afternoon tea but still...

So while she mashed potatoes, I gave her a stern talking to.

'I SAID you do it, Mummy!'

'You be VERY VERY NAUGHTY!'

'I will give you BIG 'MACK Mummy!'

'You go to yours room!'

And then I started to count to three on my fingers.

'One...five...six!'

Mum's response to all of this was to ignore me.

It's a parenting technique I find particularly frustrating.

But she stopped ignoring me when she noticed me trying to roll up her tracksuit pants and realised I was about to administer a big 'mack.

That was the end of my tirade.

And I never did get my yoghurt.