I spent Saturday morning in Selfridges' toy department negotiating with my six year old. What would she allow me to buy her cousins? We were somewhat limited to items she already owns or things she thinks are rubbish. There was a slightly tense moment over a chemistry set for my nephew — she relented when I offered intel that it would annoy her aunt and uncle. Trolling family members trumps jealousy, it turns out.
She is undoubtedly spoiled. When it came to visiting Father Christmas this year she was genuinely stumped on what to ask for, namely because she is drowning in toys.
