Alvin: My naughty little sister keeps coming in my room and messing it up. Today I found the inside of mummy's plug-hole under the bed in my burrow. It's of no use to me at all and only makes the room smell.
Olive: Well, how come you get a room, and I don't then?
Alvin: Cos I was here first and cos I need my privacy and space. I'm an intellectual teenager whilst you're a crazy toddler who would be happy anywhere where there's trouble.
Olive: So?
Alvin: So that's why I get my own room and why you're not allowed in it
Olive: But -
Alvin: -But nothing. You know mummy goes mad when she sees you in there.
Olive: yes but that's not because I'm in there neccessarily. It's because I go in there, and very quickly run over to the bedside cabinet. Then I check no one is there and make a grab for the first thing I can. Usually it's one of mummy's candles, which I have to say taste thoroughly delicious. They're green and come in lovely china pots. And then I take my prize under the bed -
Alvin: - Into my burrow
Olive: Yes, into your burrow, whatever, and then I play with it and throw it and chase it and lick it and bite it
Alvin: and make a mess and lots of noise
Olive: and then mummy comes up to join in and chases me round the room which I love. She pretends to want the candle back but I know she just wants to play too. And that's the best bit!!
And then, I know that if I do that for a while, she will go and get a treat for me.
Alvin: Yes but you know she only gets a treat for you so that you will drop the candle?
Olive: Yes, but as long as I get a treat. I don't want no stinkin, green candle. I'll take a treat any day.
Alvin: Ah, the perfect life
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