It’s gloomy, outside the rain is drizzling down, it is apathetic, like it can’t quite be arsed to really go for it and squeeze out some decent raindrops. Inside BB stares mournfully at the window blaming both the rain and I for not going to feed the ducks today, several times she has ran to my feet and cried, ‘but they is hungry mummy, ducky hungry.’ Still I have not caved in.
Next to the window lays a pile of jigsaws, at two years and nine months BB is the quickest jigsaw putterer together this side of the Thames. She is happy with either a conventional jigsaw or the app on the IPad and a speed demon at both.
The TV talks on in the corner and Twin Boy sits close to the screen so we can have it on at a reasonable volume and he can still hear the words. Beside him are the beginnings of a starship but his concentration is dominated by the TV, when I walk in the room he hurriedly places a brick into place, eager to show he is playing not just watching the ‘flipping TV’. He knows if I catch him drooling, eyes wide inside the television I will make him turn it off to play with all the toys he begged for at Christmas.
In front of me sits Twin girl, dressed as Hermione for World Book Day, she has a Barbie in one hand and a basin of water in the other. She delights in stripping and drowning the doll, I hope against hope that this is not symbolic of future treatment of all size 0 supermodels with perfect chests and invisible ladies bits. However I secretly hope it is a symbolic gesture that she is rejecting the image of the perfect woman by submerging the plastic bimbo in water.
As I sip my tea I conclude I am reading too much into Twin Girls actions and the kid just likes dunking stuff in water.
This is what I am doing right now, what are you up to?