My youngest two (collectively known as the Babies), remind me so much of
my youngest two sisters: fashionista and Harlequin. Not only do they look like them, they play and
fight exactly as I remember they used to (and sometimes till do).
When they are good together, they adore each other and play like
friends. When they are “having a moment”
there is blame and there are tears. One
of their favourite tactics in recent times has been to write each others names
somewhere that will get the other in trouble (on a wall, on a pillow and on the
stool by my dressing table ☹ ). It doesn’t work because I recognise their writing and the trick of
writing the others name is too obvious.
My youngest made me this picture to tell me how she felt about her older
sister in the moment. I told her it was
not very kind and not true either, but had to stop myself from laughing. I loved how she drew them looking exactly the
same.
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