The first thing that happens when you come down for Christmas morning, is your five year old lies to you.
I’m playing Lego with the little one, whilst the big one is in her room awaiting her fate. She’s not getting any cookies today now (she stole her sister’s cookie and lied about it).
Merry Christmas Oppo!
We made her stay in her room until breakfast was ready. Then I had a talk with her. She took her consequence well. We did presents after breakfast.
I brought a shower cookie upstairs with me. Don’t judge me!