Yesterday's shopping spree was interspersed with moments of sulks from the girls when one had one thing and the other didn't, then the other did and the other didn't and so on and so on and so on.
But Eleanor's whinging reached a new level yesterday and after finally having had enough I snapped and told that her whinging was the reason why I rarely took her shopping.
Karen: Stomping up the hill, exasperated and finally at the end of her tether, 'That's it, I'm not bringing you again!'
Eleanor: With sullen face and look of total shock and innocence, despite winding me up for the last twenty minutes, 'Why not?'
Karen: Because EVERY SINGLE TIME you come shopping, it's 'why can't I have this, why can't I have that, it's not fair, she's got this, I want this, I want that.... I'm fed up with it, I love you dearly, but you're a pain in the arse!'
Eleanor: But I'm only a pain in the arse because I can't have what I want.
At this point my Mum's struggling to get up the hill because she's laughing so much. I'm left speechless at the sheer cheek of it and Eleanor's now telling Maddie that 'it's true, if I got what I want I wouldn't whinge'.
That child could chew up Jeremy Paxman.