Monday Morning

Come monday morning (yaaawn), and we two girls are on our own again. So out comes the mobile phone, along with the alarm clock, and Tara gets to hold both - for being such a good girl and helpfully submitting, without great complaints, to speed-dressing cause mummy has overslept again. In short, monday morning ritual, and yes, you can call it bribery too.
Oh those little thumbs, they are so so good at pressing little buttons, and then there's the added incentive of lights coming on when you hit the right ones, and different colour lights too! And only occasionally Tara hits the wrong one, and switches the whole phone off, but boy! is she good at hanging up on daddy! Do we tell him that the enthusiastic shrieks he hears down the phone, at the other end of the country, are more to do with button pressing and funny lights, than with his sweet daddy voice cooing down the line? Naa... we won't! Though he would probably be very proud of his technologically minded daughter! Like father...

Hello? Hello daddy? This is Tara calling!... Daddy? Oops, pressed the wrong button again.