Disclaimer: I don't own GOOD LUCK CHARLIE.
"Charlie," Amy said, "Do me a favor and pick up your toys."
"I don't want to," Charlie said.
"Well I know you don't want to but sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do," Amy said.
"NO," Charlie yelled, "You're not fair!"
Amy sighed.
Charlie had been acting like this the past week.
"Why are you so mad lately," Amy asked.
"CAUSE YOU DON'T LOVE ME NO MORE," Charlie said, "YOU DON'T!"
"What?
Charlie how can you say that. Of course I love you. You're my little girl."
"You never let me hold Toby," Charlie said, "and you let everyone else.
You put me there (she pointed to the time out chair) every time I'm not nice to Toby and then you don't cuddle me after like you used to. Of course you don't love me anymore."
Amy felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
She picked Charlie up.
"That doesn't mean I don't love you," she said, "Mommy just had Toby a couple of weeks ago.
I'm really tired so maybe I don't have the patience that I used to have but I still love you very much."
"Then why can't I hold Toby," Charlie pouted.
"Well it's not that you can't," Amy said, "You never asked."
"I WANNA," Charlie said.
Amy almost said, "is that the way we ask for what we want," but she stopped herself.
"Here," she said, "Sit down."
She scooped Charlie up on the rocking chair.
Very carefully she gave Toby to her and showed her how to hold him.
"Now Charlie," she said, "You can only hold him when a bigger person is around.
That's either mommy or daddy or PJ or Teddy or Gabe."
"Why," Charlie asked.
"It's because you're too little to hold him by yourself," Amy said, "His head is very soft.
If he falls he could get hurt really bad."
"Oh," Charlie said.