Sitting here, working, I hear a scream from Mina’s room.
“MUM! There’s something WRONG! Oh no!”
“What is it Mina?”
Given the urgency of her voice, I am thinking that, I dunno, the door fell off the hinge or something — or she has split her head open again (actually, now I think of it, the head injury was much less urgent).
“I have THREE Dora socks, but I only have TWO FEET!”
“Well you’d better grow an extra leg then!”
I love my family.