When getting your children to do as you say is IMPOSSIBLE
Now, however mine have long past the christening gown stage. They are, by turns, stroppy, needy and stubborn. This weekend, one refused to go to ballet. One refused to go to Mandarin. One ditto concerning playing his guitar. These are all things, dear reader, which I only agreed to facilitate (ie pay for) after EXTREME pleading from said child. With promises of practice, and undying enthusiasm. Yesterday the street was greeted to the highly unedifying view of yours truly dragging a child along to ballet. Awful. Today, I sat down ready to hear a piece on – oh I don’t know, some orchestral instrument which I have bought at great cost etc. “Am I in the right seat?” I said indulgently. The child turned a withering look on me. “Frankly I just don’t care,” she said. Didn’t Rhett Butler say the same sort of thing, only a bit ruder?