Sneaky

I've been a little under the weather and so Alice and her papa spent the weekend dashing from activity to activity to keep her amused and to let me sleep. They enjoyed the Aquarium, the park, swimming, a playground and another playground. Plus lots of bike riding in an amongst those amusements. Alice was quite exhausted and was seeking her bed at around 6pm on both days.

As would be expected of a weekend spent with her Dad, Alice enjoyed a few treats, including a strawberry milkshake for breakfast. Nominally Stuart's beverage, it was at least halfway consumed by Our Heroine. (It should be noted that this milkshake was in a container which was almost as tall as Alice. She didn't need to eat for the rest of the day after her gluttony). Still she wanted more. When Pater had guzzled the remainder and discarded the cup (to a background of much grumbly complaint), Alice sat quietly for a minute. When she thought we weren't watching, she then picked up the container, carried it on her knees across the room and hid behind the sofa. There, she got herself comfy - by stretching out her little legs and making sure her back was resting nicely on the back of the sofa - and began sucking on the straw as hard as she could. Sneaky behaviour. Nature or nurture?


Later, she repeated the endeavour with a yoghurt. Which she was completely allowed to have (although I had been trying to wrestle the nearly empty pot from her for quite a few minutes) but she seemed to enjoy pulling the wool over our eyes - or at least the belief that she has achieved this.





Sneaking off


Heh heh heh, no one will see me here


The guilty party caught red handed