I said to Grace, “Gracie, we need to practise the “th” sounds tonight,” and she said no, she is not going to practice them. So I say to her, “Grace, we’re not going to read stories until we’ve practised out sounds.” She thinks this is very unreasonable and frustrated says, “Dad, you’re a brick.”

I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be cross, but given her behaviour leading up to it she didn’t get the benefit of the doubt and there were no stories at all tonight, and a lesson on how calling people names is rude. I’m not sure where she picked up the “brick” from, but she did think it was very funny and hearing her say it was rather funny.