The babies were playing at the foot of my bed with a bunch of haphazard stuff. The Brat wanted to fly a spaceship, the Bean wanted to play house. I was wondering if it would end in tears and bloodshed but they settled the matter quite amicably.
They were each going to sit down with the other, and not interfere. And so they settled in with the kitchen set, the Bean’s ‘babies’ and a bunch of pillows, sheets and a car remote. The Brat made his launching announcement sounds and the Bean he imagined, was his passenger. While the Bean patted her babies to sleep and pretended that the Brat was actually playing house with her.
Me? I just watched in amusement as they both obligingly fit into each other’s games while doing exactly what they wanted to. Very neat.
And oh – I’m better today. No longer suspected for swine flu. And Cousin K is on the mend too. Both of us have extremely low immunity and have been advised rest. Which is all very well, except that we are probably the two most fidgety people in town.