‘I want the green one, Mummy, the GREEEEEEN OOOONNNEE!’
My two-year-old certainly knows what he likes.
I fish the last green battery out of the jar, then discover that his toy car needs two batteries.
‘They both have to be green, Mummy!’
I drive to seven different shops looking for green batteries. They only have packs of 100 left. At least I know he’ll be happy for a very long time.
The second I walk through the door he greets me with:
‘I don’t like green anymore, Mummy. I like red now.
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