Alex would not go to sleep. And would not go to sleep. And then calls urgently 'Mummy, Joe, Mummy.' And we wearily call out 'What is it. Go to sleep.' She says 'You have to come. You have to come.'
I am being terribly important and laying out type so Joe goes and comes back to tell me that Alex had discovered the emergency drinking water we store under the bunk and was pulling it out and it wouldn't come.
You can see her point.
Alex is full of it. Not in the negative sense. Sometimes she will put her cheek to mine, and try and have as much of her bare skin touching my bare skin as possible, and will have her arms around my neck and get herself closer and closer and do big contented humming sighs.
Other times, like when I said goodnight just now, I will blow her a kiss and she will pucker her face up as if to kiss me back and instead blow a mid-air rasberry and stick her tongue out at me and humph off.
She is a hands on her hips Right, everybody do what I say type of girl. She is a Remember that time I drowned (she never) type of a girl. She is a No No No Never Never Never type of girl. She is a Don't do that. It's not funny, a Do I look pretty? (Yes, very but you know that's fun but not that important don't you, it's more important to be nice...), a stay with me for one more minute, no three more minutes, no seven more miutes, a I want pony food type of girl.
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