Rules are rules for everyone

Rules are rules for everyone. 

Our fae recently put her grandmother in ‘timeout’ for ‘17’. 17 what I’m not too sure. I assumed 17 seconds. At least, that’s what I told her when I finished laughing. I have mentioned (I think) in the past how our daughter likes to care for everyone. She mimics how she has been cared for: if you’re upset, you will be cuddled. If you’re sick, you will have liquid paracetamol; and if you have a cut (no matter how small) you WILL have it doused in sudocrem.

So, it only makes sense that she expects that the rules that she abides by also apply to everyone else. I have lost count of the number of times that we have been told to calm down and count to ten when she feels that we need it. Normally whilst driving. This was brought to a head the other day when her grandparents visited. This is something that, I’m pleased to say, has become more regular. But just before they left, her grandmother had the audacity, the bare faced cheek, to leave the room to retrieve her shoes without getting permission from our daughter (who is very sure that she IS the queen thank you very much) and, as such, found herself summarily put in a time out. This did seem to stun her grandparents, and I will admit collapsing in laughter probably didn’t help the situation. She decided that grandma was in ‘prison for 17’ – not sure why prison, nor 17 what, so we assumed 17 seconds and prison turned out to be the comfy chair (I think she absorbed some of the Monty Python I watched whilst pregnant) so it was not a long delay. 

So, as of now, everyone is very clear they need to announce their departure from rooms or face the wrath of the rule-enforcing fae that lives with us. I would like to say this is the weirdest thing that has happened, but that would be a lie.