Even when at 4 she was relatively fine with me, Gdd2 really kicked off one night. She was in the bath, perfectly happy, until SiL (dd was away for work) put his head round the door to say (in ‘code’) that he was going to pick up Gdd from karate.
Well. She twigged, was out of the bath in a flash, screaming for daddy, but he’d gone. She wouldn’t let me dry her or put her pyjamas on and the screaming went on for 10 minutes - until she collapsed on a sofa and fell instantly asleep!
Was fine when she woke up a few minutes later, when Gdd1 returned from Brownies.
Phew!
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