Don’t Mess With The Best Dressed.

Alice: ‘C’mon, Mae. Time to get dressed.’

Mabel: ‘No! I am a nudie!’

She says with just as much flourish as you are imagining.

She holds up a range of dresses; each briefly modeled before being flung to the floor.

She selects two socks; both of pink stripes, but unmatched.

‘Mae-Mae wear deez socks!’, she informs me.

I dump her on her bed of pink flowers.

Alice: ‘Alright then; let’s get these socks on’.

I’m hopeful.

Mabel: ‘No! I want to wear them on my eyes!’

So she does.

 

Dosen’t Your Mother Feed You Enough?

Mabel: ‘I’ve got a bogey!’

She says to me with her finger up her nose.

Alice: ‘Oh, don’t pick that, darling. Go and get a tissue.’

She leaves and returns a moment later.

Mabel: ‘I picked it off!’

Alice: ‘…and where did you put it?’

She smiles.

Alice: ‘…It’s in your mouth, isn’t it?’

She chews.

Alice: ‘Oh, Mae-Mae!’

She roars with laughter.