Today Ella was singing a song she learnt at daycare. I don’t know the song, but she sang it like this:
“Three cheeky monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and bumped his head. Mummy go to the doctor. Doctor goes no more jumping on the bed!”
Then she turned around to me and:
Ella – Mum, the monkey cannot jump on the bed anymore.
Me – Why not?
Ella – Because the doctor say no jumping on the bed.
Me – But why is he not allowed to jump on the bed?
Ella – Because the doctor say no.
Me – Why did he say no?
Ella – Because he did not want to say yes.
Perfectly logical, can’t argue with that!
Sometimes these conversations actually do go my way. Like today at the shops.
Ella – Mum, can I have an icecream?
Me – No, not today.
Ella – But I want one!
Me – And I want lots and lots of money and black hair. (Thanks jeanie!)
Ella – But you don’t have black hair!
Me – That’s right! But I want it.
Ella – But you can’t have it!
Me – Exactly! You can’t always have what you want.
(I ended up buying her an icecream after all. Not because she kept asking, she didn’t. It was just such a beautiful summer day that an icecream seemed to complement it perfectly. Sucker!)