She'd raided my underwear drawer and was now meticulously putting them all on, one after another.
The Kid got a birthday present of a bunch of colour-in masks.
The Girlie insisted on not just getting the same kind of a photo, but even holding her arms up the same way her brother had 30 seconds earlier.
I can see why they call these little ones "monkeys".
Back from hospital with The Kid, I landed on the sofa and insisted I get to stay there for 5 minutes.
I got to stay there alright, but peace wasn't exactly the word to describe the experience with.