20 10 2010

GM is taking the nearly dry clothes off the line when she realises that both girls have been in the house on their own for a few minutes now. “Better check in on them” she thinks.

As she walks into the living room, lolly runs towards her, grinning from ear to ear. There is something black on her face. “Felt tip pen?” thinks GM as she rounds the corner of the door, dismissing the idea as she thinks it.

“OH LML” she exclaims as understanding dawns. LML looks round at her guiltily, giggling and shoving the desert spoon in her mouth before abandoning it in front of the TV.

She has the black sticky stuff on her face, her hands, her trousers. She has clearly been using the spoon to feed her sister as well as her self.

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