Breakfast of champions

She wants to sit in Mummy's chair, not the booster chair. She doesn't want a bib. She doesn't want a cup with a lid on it. I try to explain that, if she really wants a cup without a lid, then she really must have a bib; we agree on a bib of her choice. She doesn't want Shreddies ("Daddy's") or Special K ("Mummy's"), but muesli (which she insists on calling "boogit").

Too clever

At bathtime this evening, I left Elizabeth alone in the bathroom for perhaps seven or eight seconds, while I went to get a towel. She's tried to climb into the bath before, but never really come close, so I didn't think there was much risk. I didn't reckon on her bolting the door! She opened it about a second after I first tried it, but it was a scary second. I've since removed the bolt from the door.