 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
”They’ll behave themselves, Dexxxx.” She knew they would. Generally speaking, if ever Rooney was ever awfully behaved, it was because certain people were pretending to be superheroes and jumping on the furniture. And those certain people were adults. But not her. No, no, never. Ahem. Heheheh. ”We’ll just waaaatch them and swooooop in like superheroes if needs be.” Like usual. Like that one time they were sat under the table and said a couple of words? Yeah, that was superhero time too. Heh. Tam was an attentive mother. She’d be watching the kids like a hawk more than likely. EVERY STEP. EVERY BREATH. EVERY THOUGHT.
Just wait till they hit their teen years, mmmmhhhmmmm.
She was going to be a terror.
Once the LOOKING and the TALKING had happened with Roo, Tam ruffled his hair (it needed cutting, as SOON as they were permanently back at home). ”Off you pop, muffin.” And then she went into super embarrassing-mummy mode and gave him kisses on his head and his face and love youuuu ROONEY.
She looked up at her boyfriend when his hand returned and things and grinned. Yep, she was just going to take a short moment to look at him and appreciate his face and the whole weak at the knees thing she was constantly suffering. (It happened a lot around him, and she had no complaints.) Forget the kids for a moment and be all lovebuggy and googley eyed and oh…Brin. ”Uh…” She shook her head minutely to shake all sense of goo out of it, and peered around the side of the buggy at the sleeping child. ”I think all the attention she’s been getting in Paris has reeeeallly exhausted her.”
Yup, see you later Roo and Calliope!
URG . Mummy, stAWP! Rooney shook his head and tried pushing his mum and her kisses away because GROSS and LIPSTICK and he was probably all GIRLY FACED. When she finally lessened her grip on his face, he dramatically feigned a POUT and pretended to ignore her from then on. Because she was EMBARASSING. Oh my gOOOOWASH.
Then Loppy was being all flowery and girly and Rooney tilted his head to the left watching her with a GRIN. She was so SILLY. Did she know that the flowers were D-E-A-D?! He wasn’t allowed to say the word because it upset people, but he could spell it. SAME as he could READ it. He was a good reader. Rooney was the BEST reader. He didn’t BRAG about it though. In fact, he didn’t say ANYTHING. Because he read to Brinlee in SECRET. When she was SLEEPING and he wasn’t. (Because he liked to PRETEND to be sleeping, hehehhe shhhhh!!!!!!)
Sister-person-but-not-really-but-confusing-all-the-more was grabbing his hand and he let her, GIGGLING a bit and MAYBE blushing just a bit. JUST A BIT. He wasn’t so used to this whole GIRL and hand holding thing, but he ran alongside Loppy, ”BYE MUMMY! BYE DADDY DEX!!!!” He wouldn’t hear thaaat RIGHT? Rooney wasn’t quiet, but he… IT WAS ALL BRINLEE IT WAS BRINLEE’S FAULT OH MY ME OH MY. Roo counted EVERY step he took. And every almost-fall Loppy had! ”FOUUR, LOPPY! FOOOOUUUUUR!” That was better than last time! Last time they had BOTH fallen over properly and ended up on their bottoms. Rooney’s had been pretty sore afterwards, but he didn’t SAY. Because he was a big boy, and biig boys didn’t get sore bottoms. Not even after FALLING.
Clay? CUH-LAY?!?!!?!?!! The boy squeaaaaaled and clapped his hands, throwing himself into a chair at the table. ”Can we finger paint afTERRR?” Maybe they could fingerpaint on their CLAY. SLOPPY CLAY.
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