Tumble does not want to leave Pixie and Scooter’s room.
“Come on, Tumble” I say.
“uuuuhhhhh” she says, throwing herself face down, apparently now believing herself to be invisible.
Later Tumble is back downstairs for a cup of milk. She wants to play and does not want to go back to bed.
“I’ll hold your hand going upstairs” so she takes my hand and walks willingly upstairs.
At the top of the stairs, I go into her room. She watches me from the landing and then turns on her heel and runs in the opposite direction. My favourite t-shirt which found it’s vocation as a cuddly and toddler-size kafkan. Tumble puts it over her head like a shroud and shrieks as she runs up and down the landing at the top of the stairs like a two foot Egyptian Mummy on amphetamines.