Duncan: "Grace, say sorry to mommy for moaning instead of asking nicely for the knife."

Grace: "Sorry mommy," moan.

Duncan: "Grace, say sorry for moaning."

Grace: "Sorry," moan.

Duncan: "Grace, use your words."

Grace: "Sorry mommy, moaning," moan.

And by that stage Donné was laughing hard enough that we all just joined in.

After Grace had gone to bed tonight I could hear the pitter-patter of little feet moving around the bedroom. When I went to the room there was a rush of feet just before I got there and Grace was miraculously lying in her bed pretending to be innocent….but she did give herself away. I asked her why she was calling me and she smiled a naughty smile and said, "Gracey watching mommy watching TV." She had been peeking out the gap in her door and watching mommy 🙂