My sister, the seven year old and the five year old have just been staying.
As I have a small house with two double beds, I was bunking with the seven year old and my sister
baggsed the five year old. A tactical
manoeuvre set into tradition by her as she is well aware that sharing a bed with the seven year old is the equivalent of spending the night with a wringer washing machine.
Previously I have
erected a pillow barrier down the middle of the bed for protection, however this time the seven year old insisted that her life sized stuffed chocolate Labrador would protect me from her flailing limbs.
I am a such a
gullible fool.
The next morning my sister and I were having a discussion on our respective sleeps.
'The washing machine was on a spin cycle.'
'The five year old was a magnet.'
Silence.
Then, a delighted squeal from the five year old, 'Mummy, you're a
fwridge!'
