I think this is such a sad commentary on the type of mother I am:
Anytime Kayla asks me if she can do something:
- Mommy, can I play on the jumpy house?
- Mommy, can I eat an apple?
- Mommy, can I watch one show?
If I answer in any way in the affirmative:
- Uh huh
Do whatever you want, just leave me aloneOf course you can, Sweetness!
She is in such utter shock and disbelief, that she immediately comes back with:
You said _______? And has to repeat what I just said.
Like she needs to confirm that I am actually allowing her to do what she wants instead of denying her her happiness and joy.
Which apparently is how I usually role.