THE wee woman is well on her way to becoming a seasoned shopper.
Much to the hubby's dismay, she has picked up her mother's love of retail therapy, and knows exactly what she wants and how to get it.
Take the other week, for instance. After accidentally breaking her pink glittery hairband, and becoming somewhat upset at this obvious misfortune, she announced that she wanted not one but two shiny new replacements.
Then, within a matter of days, when she saw that her dear old mum had managed to snap her well-used hairbrush, the wee woman promptly declared that we must both go immediately on a special shopping mission to buy new brushes for mum and daughter.
Over the next few days, no amount of hearty attempts to divert her attention away from the vital need to go out and buy said hairbrushes and hairbands without delay, would convince the wee woman that this essential shopping trip could wait.
So, after listening intently to her pleadings for a couple of days, I finally had the opportunity to take her with me to the shopping centre in search of the required items.
The funniest occurrence, though, came at the weekend, when the hubby and I took the wee woman with us to the local supermarket.
No sooner had we entered through the doors of the shop than the wee woman suddenly became enthralled with the variety of sweets and cartoon character magazines on offer.
Tugging at the hubby's sleeve, she loudly informed her father: "Daddy! I want that magazine! Daddy! I want that drink!"
And, as I watched with a mixture of amusement and fear for the future consequences of his seemingly harmless actions, the hubby looked at the wee woman for a few seconds before obeying her requests.
As it was, by the time we had managed to negotiate the aisles of the supermarket, the wee woman had thankfully forgotten about her essential items, but I have no doubt that if we don't start nipping these demands in the bud now, we are going to have a lot of bother in years to come.