Florence has been under the weather. It's no secret I've raised it a fair bit.
During this period she has been waking up at roughly 6:30am, which for her is an epic lie in. Whilst I haven't enjoyed this luxury myself, due to an on going commitment I made to a dog 5 years ago which now sees me walking the streets at 5 in the morning, I was hopeful that Saturday would bring me a lie in.
So when Florence came into our room at 5:07am I was somewhat less than a welcoming recipient of her presence, especially when my pleas for her to climb in bed with us and go back to sleep were met with forceful repudiation.
My dissatisfaction with being up at such a time faded shortly after. You see whilst we were getting ready, @mother_freckle quietly beckoned me to spy upon Florence, who she whispered softly to me, was playing beautifully with her toys.
As I peered sneekly around the door I saw Florence take a bag, open it up, and place two Little Live Pets in it and tie it up. Now i don't know if you know what these are but they are basically fluffy robotic dogs and cats that make noises and move and are somewhat life like. So what Florence now had was a bag, tied up, that appeared to contain a cat and a dog in it which she wanted to go out with.
I am not entirely sure I witnessed the adorable play my child was supposed to be engaging or whether the torment of these annoying toys had finally got the better of her.