At about 7:30 this morning I was sitting at the kitchen table turning on the laptop to access our homeschool lessons for the day. Abe and Daisy were on our bed (very close by as my parent's have a studio apartment in their basement -- so kitchen, living room and bedroom are all as one). They were giggling and occasionally screaming while they ate the rest of Daisy's Halloween candy and occasionally attacked one another (whether or not a good mother would be letting her kids eat Halloween candy first thing in the morning is a totally different topic -- while some diligently divvy it out, etc. I prefer to just let them recklessly get the entire thing over with).
Suddenly, and with out warning, the door of the bedroom connected to our little apartment flew open. There stood Goldie -- blankies and stuffed animals all about her, hair disheveled to the point of shocking, mouth in a full and forced angry frown, scowling eyes blazing upon none other than Abe and Daisy.
After a moment of her saying not a word but continuing her fearful fiery glare upon them, Abe paused whatever he and Daisy were up to and said (slightly in awe, slightly in laughter), "Dais, look at Goldie!"
"Good morning sweetheart." I said, "Why are you looking so grumpy?"
"Because," she announced fiercely, "I don't like them messing up your bed!"
"Daisy!" Abe thrilled, "She's mad 'cause she thinks we're messing up her bed!"
"No Abe," I corrected, "She doesn't like that you guys are messing up my bed." In truth, my bed had not yet been made for the day, but I suppose they weren't helping it any. I turned again to Goldie and soothingly suggested, "Why don't you come give me a morning hug?"
"No!" She said, "I'm not waking up. I just don't want them messing up your bed!"
Well, I turned to Abe and Daisy who, rather than defensive, seemed greatly amused by all of this, and said, "Abe and Dais, you guys better quit messing up my bed."
Still looking unsure if she was satisfied, but obviously through with her siblings shenanigans, she shot them one last look of righteous indignation, turned and, slamming the door behind her, went back to bed.
At that point I thought it best to shew Abe and Daisy off to the couch whilst I made my bed.