Chinese Shouting

Eliza most definitely woke up on the wrong side of bed today.  Metaphorically speaking.  She has been a whinging, whining, miserable, screaming bundle of toddler hormones all morning (and don't tell me there aren't toddler hormones, there bloody are in this house).

So this morning my father called.  I was in the kitchen with aforementioned hormonal toddler, my husband answered the phone in the next room.

"Hol, are you easily available?"  he was shouting, Eliza was screaming what I heard was this:

"Hol are you decent and able?"

"Decent and able?" I shouted back. (No idea where Eliza gets her propensity to shout from).

He ignored me so I went to go into the next room.  She saw me about to leave and revved up for another tantrum, then said:

"No Mummy don't go Eating Labels!"

It was good to have a laugh, even she saw the funny side, for about 10 seconds, then it turned into another wailing sob.

She's having a nap now, THANK YOU GOD!