I got home tonight to a slightly guilty looking ThingOne. She told me she'd pulled her "ABC poster" off her bedroom wall (a poster showing each letter of the alphabet with a suitable picture next to each). "The wall broken", she told me.
Sure enough, I could see that some paint had come off with the blue tack. She was being very sweet about it. Slightly guilty, but also very matter of fact. I was trying to stifle a laugh, but in an effort to pretend to fake a modicum of discipline said, "Well ThingOne, what are we going to do about this? How can we fix it?"
"I think we need a new wall", she decided. Then, "Maybe I have a new poster too. One with lots of dolphins and lots of lions on."
What makes me a poor parent is that I immediately want to get her whatever she asks for.