you ask her, you're the favourite...

Slightly later walk this morning

Grace: it's 10 o'clock and she hasn't put our harnesses on yet
Storm: chill out and enjoy it, play with meeeee
Emily: she's sitting down, I'm going to sit on her lap
Grace: I have played with you all morning
Storm: but I want to you to chase meeeee
Emily: lay in the sun and wait
Grace: you ask her you're the favourite
Storm: yes, ask! Let's go out and eat bunny poo
Emily: ok! I'll flutter my eyelashes and look at the door, that will do it

Emily looks at reclining Mum then gazes wistfully at the door...

Mum puts harnesses on and dutifully drives to the woods :)