Toddler What are you cooking, Mummy?
Mummy: Fish. (I am rubbing salt on stinky fish - WORST time ever to start a conversation with me)
Toddler: Ohhh...I want to see. (Not a question. It's a demand.)
Mummy: Wait...my hands are dirty. Son comes into the kitchen.
Kid: What are you cooking, Mummy?
Mummy: Fish! (Still cleaning fish. Still getting the same question! Luckily, the husband isn't around...)
Kid: Is that my favourite fish?
Toddler: I want to see! I want to see! I want to see! It's too high...
Kid: Yeah, she can't see. I'm so tall now, I don't need a stool. (Toddler continues to whine.)
Mummy: Ok, ok...think. What can you do?
Toddler: I'm not tall. I'm so short. I can't see.
Mummy: Ok, so you're short. What can short people do if they can't see something?