Mini-Me and Princess are completely ignoring each other, or as I likes to call it, “independent play where Mammy gets 3 minutes of peace”…
Mini-Me is building blocks in the hall.
Princess is tucking George in under a tea towel, saying “shush Jawj. Go shleep! Naaaaght” over and over again.
All is right with the world, and then…
“Mammy look what I built!”
“Well done you! That’s really tall”
(Princess stops mid sentence. Jawj is suddenly forgotten.)
“Will you send Daddy a picture?”
“Of course I wi…”
Mammy reaches for camera, knowing that I now have 0.34 seconds to snap the tower before the wobbler wrecks the tower, her sister’s head and the general peace that Mammy was enjoying. ๐ฅ
“QUICK MAMMY, She’s COMIIIIIIIIING!”๐ฃ๐ฃ
“Princess Nooooooooooooo!”
How can something so small move so fast? She’s just teleported herself 18 feet before I could even take 2 steps. ๐
“YOU do it!” I scream, and Mini-Me quickly knocks the tower down HERSELF, before the Terror child can swing her dodee-cow at it.
“Yeeeees! I DID it. Take THAT Princess!” Sings Mini-Me, more aggressively than I would like, as she dances a victory dance. (She gets that from her Daddy… ๐๐)
I should scold her.
But feck it, I’ll give her this one.
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