I woke up early this morning, and on my way back from the bathroom a little voice from the girls’ room hissed, “Daddy!”. I peeped my head in and there was Hannah, sitting up in bed and beckoning me in. Lauren was fast asleep. It was nearly time for the alarm to go off, and neither of us were going to get back to sleep, so I climbed into Hannah’s bed for a cuddle. Just at that moment there was a stirring from the other bed.
“Look,” I said, “Lauren’s waking up.”
“Don’t worry,” whispered Hannah, quick as a flash, “I’ll hide you!” - upon which she pushed my head down under the quilt. I must point out that I wasn’t entirely at ease with the idea of defrauding Lauren of her cuddle, but I hadn’t been given much choice in the matter. However, I clearly wasn’t the only one having misgivings. “Daddy,” whispered Hannah, peeping her head under the quilt, “what about your feet?”
It was then that a sleepy voice murmured, “Daddy, what are you doing in Hannah’s bed?” The game was up. Hannah looked bereft. Fairness is a double-edged sword, as twins are all too aware, and at times the best a devious little mind can achieve is to ensure the situation is equally unfair to everyone. As I climbed out of one bed and into another, Hannah picked up a book and muttered threateningly, “I’ll read a bit of Cinderella while you give Lauren a little snuddle.”