I am blow drying my hair in our bedroom, listening to E having conversations in his room next door.
Some banging, crashing and loud bashing sounds
a mischievious little giggle
wispering 'naughty, naughty, naughty'
More crashing
'lets do it again!'
an evil little cackle
Something landing with a door shuddering noice
A very loud ' what you doing?'
When I stepped out to see what is up - the bike, blocks,jumping horse, scateboard the whole lot, are all heaped at his bedroom door. A serious face looking at me and explaining 'momma, scateboard naughty, and horsey and blocks and fietsie (bike), they are all naughty'
A self satisfied nod of the head and he is ready to leave for school.
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