Sunday 1 May 2016

Once upon a time...

There were three little girls.

They all had flowing golden hair and smiled like butter wouldn't melt.

Through all the day they played, talked, and screamed with joy from 6AM until 10PM (sometimes until 11PM if they were feeling particularly mischievous).

No matter what their parent/guardian did (I say guardian as I am only mother to one of them and I would hate it if someone referred to themselves as my child's mother when they did not give birth to the bowling ball headed child), the children would not tire. Apart from the youngest who would typically fall asleep on the sofa at 5pm just as the nightly dinner of pizza/pesto pasta/other cheap carbohydrate from the kitchen store was being served.

At 7pm all of the little girls brushed their teeth, still screaming, still talking and still giggling about various things and poo.

Their parent/guardian read them a story with gusto to keep them laughing as a last ditch attempt to help them fall asleep.

Little did they know the little girls were already plotting behind their backs like little annoying mice.

As soon as the 'I love you's' were said and the light from the bulb had faded, the little golden girls were up and out of their beds.

The girls parent/guardian crept up the stairs to see which little mite was leading the pack, but the scurry of little feet and laughter told them it was all of them.

One by one the little girls were separated and put into different rooms, the guardian felt like a wicked guardian but 7.05 was wine time, so although she was torn, she knew it was for the best.

For 2 nights the little girls have been separated at bedtime and the house is as happy as can be.

And they all lived happily ever after.



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