I must...be careful what I say

The problem with kids is that they copy you. They copy everything you say. Everything you "bloody well" say.

Eliza asked me this morning what her middle name was. I told her. She seemed satisfied and continued pouring the peppercorns into her 'stew' (yum, looking forward to that treat).

A few minutes later she said to me:

"Actually Mummy my middle name is Trouble."

"Really?"

"Yes. You said that Trouble was my middle name."

"Did I? Oh. Well it's not really, I was just joking."

"But Mummy you said it was my middle name."

"Ok, well it's not, sorry."

"Mummy?"

"Yes?"

"You are a really rubbish Mummy and a very naughty lady."

"Really? Oh. That's not very nice though Eliza."

"Well I know Mummy. But you do my head in."

Right.  So lesson from today.  Be super careful what I say as she copies every word.

I now have anxiety that I am bringing up a damaged child. I really need to get back to work.