“I can cope with talking to her teacher about her attacking another child repeatedly, whilst they tried to stop her…”
“I can cope with her throwing herself around on the floor of the bus, shrieking, with everyone looking at us…”
“I can cope with her pouring the water out of the jug over the window and floor as soon as we got home…”
“I can cope with her constant shouting and shrieking…”
“I can cope with her attacks on Lolly…”
“but I am fucked off that we can be having such a lovely positive time, and she takes a tiny opportunity to cover the living room in soy sauce.”
Phew! That is some coping.