mischieve

My Mum occasionally refers to the Evester as Miss Ch-Eve, that name very much suited her today.

Everything she saw needed to be stood upon (coffee tables, chairs, you name it). She seemed to accept that I didn't share her passion for climbing and after nap time I was hopeful she'd forgotten about the new game. However when I walked into the kitchen to find her running from one end of the kitchen table to the other shouting "JUUUUUMP!" I knew I was wrong. Disciplining a child who thinks she's hilarious and doesn't understand the concept of broken bones is something of a challenge, especially when she is trying her best to make you laugh. I will get better at it, I'm sure.