There was a raging debate going on in our bed at 7 o’clock this morning. It went something like this:
Hannah: I’m Darth Vader! RAAAARRGGHHH!!! (Note: this is a Darth Vader who wears a nightie and roars like a tiger. No heavy breathing required.)
Parents “shriek” with “fright”.
Lauren: I’m Barbie!
Parents sigh with relief.
Hannah: I’m Darth Vader!!
Lauren: No-o! I’m Darth Vader now!
Hannah: OK.
Lauren: I’m Darth Vader!! RAARGGHHHHH!!!
Shriek!
Hannah: I’m Darth Vader!! RAA…
Lauren: No! You’re Barbie!
Hannah: But I want to be Darth Vader!
Simultaneously:
Lauren: Mummy, Hannah won’t be Barbie!
Hannah: Daddy, it’s my turn to be Darth Vader!
And so on, forever. It’s funny how quickly we can be out of bed some days.
