This is the look, the one that B manages to fool the world with. 'I'm so cute, innocent and pretty.' My arse. My little girl, although all of the aforementioned things, is also Trouble, emphasis on the capital T .
Our morning began with a rather rude awakening, the first I knew of it was a shout from my OH. Before I had even opened my eyes I managed to utter the words "B?! What has she done?"
It turned out that for today's trick she had poured chocolate milkshake all over the bed, and there it was, seeping through the sheet, into the mattress, just waiting to curdle and smell. Mmm. Plastic child -stopping clips for the fridge have gone straight to the top of the shopping list.
What gets me though about the incident more than anything though is that when I asked B why she did it, she replied "it was a joke" , before breaking into a spell of laughter. She now realizes that it wasn't funny.
I do despair of her sometimes.