Snow showers and madness

A description of a slice of life taken from our place this morning ...

Gert went off to work in the midst of a glassy snow-globe kind of snow shower and accidently, I found myself back in bed with the final pages of a much-loved book to finish.

I fell asleep and woke to the sound of a little hand knocking on my door ... a knock that was actually signaling the beginning of the great sock and scarf theft.

Miss Three was all innocence and cuddles while her mum cased my room, noting the location of, what she has come to consider, our shared sock collection. The theft ended up being quite brazen and involved many socks.

Seeing I was still weakened by my mid-morning laziness, the even greater scarf heist began with Miss Three being heard to shout gleefully ... 'LET'S TAKE TWO SCARVES'.

Revenge was sweet.

Realising they were clothing themselves in stolen goods, I snuck up to their bedroom door and let out a blood-curdling roar.

Shock, horror and much laughter followed, with the short creature being heard to say through her laughter, 'That was fun, wasn't it mummy.'

Mummy wasn't so sure but I can still see their faces.
It was funny, I promise.