Her Mother’s Daughter


My daughter must get her smarts from her Mum.

“Do me a favour, love,” I said to Miss11 this morning, “and look after your sister.”

The school bell was due to ring in less than half an hour and Miss3 was running around destroying things.

Important things.

Like my sanity.

“Sure,” said Miss11. She’s in year six now, so all grown up and helpful.

And, it turns out, more than a little bit sneaky.

I admit, for the next ten minutes I didn’t even realize what was happening. I’d occasionally spot Miss3 in my peripherals, but she wasn’t drawing on the walls in texta or trying to hack into my laptop using a glass of milk, so I ignored her.

It was only after I’d spotted Miss3 looking in the shower and under our bed that I began to wonder what was going on. Especially as Miss11 was nowhere to be seen.

“I thought you were supposed to be looking after your sister,” I said to Miss11 – she was practicing sexy facial expressions in her bedroom mirror. At least I’m assuming that’s what that was.

“I am,” she assured me.

“In what universe is staring at yourself in a mirror looking after your little sister?”

“Has she been annoying you?”

I admitted she hadn’t.

“Then in that universe,” she grinned at me. Cheekily. Annoyingly. Frustratingly.

“Maybe you need to explain it to me,” I said. “Unless you’d rather have no electronics for the weekend?”

And it turned out she’ll be playing as much Awesomenaughts, Popstar and Infinity as she likes this weekend.

“I asked her if she wanted to play hide and seek,” she explained simply. And then she explained to her little sister how Master10 was hiding somewhere in the house and to go find him.


In fact, I haven’t been witness to that level of brilliance since Tracey let one off the leash in the car and then asked me if I could smell gas.

Of course, in much the same way Miss3 was in the dark, you won’t realize just how brilliant this was until I tell you Master10 had left the house about three hours earlier for his class’s excursion to Brisbane.

I’d never have thought of this. Those are definitely the early buds of mummy-smarts.

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