Not Fooled

19 07 2010

LML is in the bedroom as Crap Dad gets dressed. CD looks in the top draw of the chest of draws for boxer shorts and socks. “Meow… there meow. ME…OW!” exclaims LML.

CD says, “Meow’s downstairs”, having forgotten that LML’s beloved beanie baby cat had been hidden in the drawer after it had been left at the train station, surreptitiously replaced by meow#2 and then returned by an angel disguised as aunty J.

“Meow in there!” insists LML.

“Are you sure?”

“Meow there!”

“Lets have a look. You show me”

CD opens the draw and LML moves a pairs of sock out of the way. She reaches in to the back of the draw. “Meow back!” she exclaims excitedly. “”Meow back” she says holding the toy above her head and doing a little dance. “Meow back” she repeats jubilantly.

She spends then next few minutes giving her loved toy a hugs and kisses. “Meow back” she repeats over and over.

A few minutes later downstairs.

LML goes into the dinning room and calls, “Mummy look, Mummy look.” Grumpy Mum walks into the room to find LML pointing to the spot where she had previously left the meow#2, which GM had speedily hidden in the washing. “Where Meow?” she enquires, “Where meow?”

Just as she’s saying this CD arrives, GM and CD look at each other. “She’s not fooled at all is she?” says GM through a laugh.








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