When we away recently thing 1 wanted to go to the toilet (for what seemed like the fifteenth time in an hour). Got her put of the pool dripping wet and grumpily set off back to the room telling her she couldn't keep doing this (it had turned into her 'thing' to do to pass some time). She then started saying at the top of her voice 'don't hit me nasty lady'. On the way back to the pool (as we passed the people we had previously passed) she added (for good measure) 'thank you nice lady, thank you for not hitting me'. She's 4, god knows what she will torment me with when she is a teenager.
that's what my parents got as to sis 1 - 0 to 17 fine; 17-23 hell (and I can remember her birthdays were so special for a bust-up, as she would play la prima donna......
Sis 3 was way off from4 to 24......but ended up ok, well sort of. 2 played a straight bat down the middle.
My mater stood in her parents' garden when they were 82 and 79 (neighbours nearby - Uni friend with me as we were off to watch a local rugby match) and shouted to them, "What you two need is a bloody divorce lawyer....."