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For the last three months, as we have trotted over the road to get Nugget from school each day, the Minx would often claim she had 'a sore tummy'. She would look up at me with her big, brown eyes and say "Up-y Mum? I have a sore tummy".
She is all of two, so probably doesn't get it, but it relieves my guilt of not wanting to lug her around. We have often been seen, walking along together in the school playground. Her, whining and raising her arms up at me; me, ignoring her and scurrying along.
Today we had to go to Medicare and while we were at the shops, the Minx started up with her "I have got a sore tummy" and I started up with my The Boy who Cried Wolf banter.
An hour later she chucked for Australia all over the car.
What do your children do when they don't want to walk somewhere? How do you determine the ploy from the real McCoy?