Chloe (my 3 year old) broke my sunglasses today.

They aren’t expensive, nor are they even well made, maybe they were broken when I bought them, but they were my favourite pair.

She jumped on me after being asked repeatedly to refrain from jumping on me lest she break my favourite pair of (cheap already broekn) sunglasses.

Here’s a glimpse into the personality of a complete sociopath.

Me (after picking up the lens that had popped out onto the deck): Chloe, you broke my sunglasses.

Most people would expect a three year old to completely freeze in their tracks, devastated at their own strength, wishing they could rewind the clock, wanting desperately to find the right words that would make this senseless act of destruction and violence seem less terrible.

Chloe: Can I have them now so I can pretend to be a pirate?