I had an altercation with R2D2 about his excessive consumption of sweets. He is a complete sugar junkie. I sort of lost the will to fight by the time I got to the fourth child.
R2D2: I'm very angry with you.
Me: I know you've mentioned that quite a few times already.
R2D2: You're so mean. You're the meanest mum in the world.
Me: You've also said that a few times.
R2D2: Why won't you let me have another sweetie.
Me: I told you. Because you are currently having what is referred to in the medical profession as a sugar meltdown. In later life this will translate into type 2 diabetes.
(I notice from the corner of my eye that Yoda (R2D2's older brother) has edged towards us and looks very pleased with this conversation)
R2D2: (voice rising) That's it. I don't want you for a mummy. I'm going to find another mummy instead.
Yoda: (jumps up and moves towards R2D2 faster than lightning). I can help you find a new mummy. Do you want someone from school?
R2D2: No, I don't like French mummy's.
Yoda: What about our neighbour?
R2D2: No, I don't like red hair.
Yoda: Well I can help you find any other mummy you want (leading R2D2 towards the front door...)
Parental Note: The desire to oust your 5 year old younger brother from the family home suggests to me that there may be an element of jealousy or sibling rivalry in our home. This leads me to the conclusion that obliging them to say "I love you and honour you" to one another over the last few years has not resulted in the outcome I had envisaged.