Nasty mummy

Linnea wants a nasty mummy again. One who will let her poo in her pants. Riiiiiight.

But none of the other mummies I named will do because none of them have a trike, apparently.

So she'll have to make do with me when I'm cross.

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I wish I had a clue what she's processing with this. Mean, bad or nasty mummies allow her to misbehave, apparently, and good mummies get cross when she misbehaves. Nasty mummies would let her get hurt, apparently, and good ones make her stay safe. I am definitely a good mummy, which is WHY I get cross.

I have no idea where this is coming from. I haven't even had a parenting-theory conversation in front of her for weeks, since I can't talk about anything now without being pretty sure she'll pick up on it.

It's nice that she thinks I'm a good mummy, and that she thinks I'm her best friend, and that she thinks I'm one of her favourite people. But where's this Nasty Mummy stuff coming from?

Sleep: Emer: Rapid return: Night two

About a quarter to nine she asked for a feed, so I asked if she'd like it in bed, and she agreed, so we went up. Rob found a book. I read her a story, Rob kissed her goodnight, and I fed her until the feed was really truly over, at five past nine. Then Rob rapid returned her a few times. She was asleep within 8 minutes of my leaving the room.

Oh. My. God. Is this true?