Flea
Somewhere around 3am this morning, I was woken by Flea shouting "Muuuumeeeee" at the top of her voice. She rarely wakes in the night so I tend to go to her quite quickly, assuming there's a good reason for her calling me.

Groggily, I pulled myself out of bed, muttering, "OhMyGod, it's so c-c-c-c-c-cold" and went into Flea's room.

"What is it darling?"

"Mummy? If it's the Christmas Holidays, why haven't we been on holiday yet?"

I'm sure there are lots of things I could have said that could have explained this issue to her. None of them occured to me at 3am. Instead, I said: "Go to sleep, or I will put you out with the recycling tomorrow and the bin men will make you into a cardboard box." 

I fear this response may not go down in the annals of positive parenting.

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Sally is a full-time blogger and founder of the Tots100, Trips100, Foodies100 and HIBS100 communities, along with the MAD Blog Awards. She spends a bit too much time on the Internet. She's also a very happy Mum to Flea, the world's coolest ten year old.