Iâ€™ve realised recently, that my two year old believes the rules of Ben and Hollyâ€™s Little Kingdom apply to this house. For anyone who has a pre-schooler or younger school child, youâ€™ll appreciate that magic always leads to trouble so that part doesnâ€™t come into play. The threat of it, however, does. My toddler has threatened to turn me into a frog, with his breakfast spoon, a calpol syringe and our sitting room table lamp, on more than several occasions over the last few days. Reason being, he wasnâ€™t getting his own way. Today he poured his Rice Krispies on the floor – because he didnâ€™t want them, he wanted chocolate eggs instead. When I, in my humble opinion, quite rightly told him off for his behaviour, he put on his best Nanny Plum voice and Nanny Plum did not agree with me. â€œYellow card for being naughtyâ€, I was told. As I reiterated that this was not to happen again, he continued â€œred card for talking backâ€. Its hard to keep a straight face when I look at his earnest face and hear him quote lines from a programme now much more familiar to me than Eastenders, but I did my best. Once again the breakfast spoon was waved at me. This time I was to be a slug. That was enough to cause the breakdown that followed. â€œWhereâ€™s my wise old elf slugâ€ he said, remembering suddenly that the slug was missing. Tears followed, as did frantic searches under the couch and behind the television. But no slug was to be found. We did eventually however, find the â€œwise old elfâ€ under one of the cushions. This is my sonâ€™s favourite toy. â€œSilly old elf, back to yourselfâ€ he said, pacified once more. As we all know, elves donâ€™t do magic, so now that the wise old elf has been found I am safe from being turned into a frog, slug or snail for the time being. Elves however, do blow bloody loud horns every time they say â€œand Iâ€™m an elfâ€ so the six month old wonâ€™t be napping for too longâ€¦â€¦..