Bless you.

OK, Tadpole. Now listen.

There is a proper etiquette to respect, my sweet. When someone sneezes loudly and quite messily in front of you, you say "Bless you" and you offer them a tissue.

You do not laugh. Not everyone understands your lovely sense of humour, sweetpea. You do not turn to mommy and say "look, mommy, is funnyyyy!". And especially, you do not say "again again again", even if I have to say that the "please" you added as an afterthought was a nice touch.

And you do not point to the mess on the floor and say "Ew".

bath time

The girls are playing in the bathtub, and I just wish they would stop playing crocodile, first because it's extremely messy, as the mauled swimmer is putting up a good fight, but also because I can't help from running over to the bathroom whenever one of them bellows HELP at the top of her lungs.

I then arrive at full speed, sliding in a puddle of water, out of breath and pale with fright, and two serious little faces turn up to me, two pairs of very dark eyes scrutinize my face, and Froglet says in her best reasonable voice: "Yes, mommy?"

I've done it twice already.

After the second time, Froglet looked at me with a worried frown and said: "Stop doing that, you scared me, mommy." I scared her?

Will now go sit on the couch and have a heart attack and a piece of lovely home made ice-cream with strawberry sauce (only since I am French it is called nougat glacé et son coulis de fraise, and it's to die for. At least I'll enjoy my heart attack.)