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  • Dear Millie.

    Today I found you irritating:

    mummy. mum. mummy. mum
    gracie hit me, two times, and I weren't even doing anything to make her hit me. mum.

    and

    let's see who is the winner of the race to the door I AM THE WINNER TO THE DOOR HA HAAAAH

    and

    nyah nyah na nyah nyaaaaaaah
    nyah nyah na nyah nyaaaah

    and

    mummy. mum. mummy. mum.
    mum mum mum take a picture of me
    take a picture of me
    take a picture of me being silly and beautiful. mum. mum. where's your phone. mum.

    and
    and I just wanted some quiet.

    But you powered on, relentless, mindless, a cyclonic wave of words and emotion and attention-seeking impulses surging forth and indifferent to anything in its path.

    I threatened you: No Dessert If Mummy Has No Quiet.

    but mummy. mum, mummy.
    but I have something important to tell you. it's really important.

    I told you I didn't care, No Dessert, did you want No Dessert?

    but mummy it's important and urgent.

    I told you I was not interested. I told you I needed Quiet. I told you that it had been a Long Day and that I needed Quiet.
    I became shrill.
    You became shriller.

    but mummy, it's important. you haven't done something important.

    WHAT, I roared, WHAT was important, WHAT.

    but mummy, you said I could have a treat if I did all my good behaviours for the week. and I did all my good behaviours for the week. See?

    And I looked over at the board on which we had itemised a schedule of all the good behaviours, and saw for my own self that you had indeed done all your good behaviours for the week, according to the numerous series of ticks that you had marked for yourself in advance of Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday.

    And I looked over at you, finally silent, expectant, proud.

    And I laughed, and gave you a hug.
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