We are awoken by Tumble bursting in asking to use my sellotape (a Christmas present from Squiggle)
“What happened to knocking?” I say.
“Oh,” she giggles and knocks on the door behind her.
“Wait until I get up,” thinking that it will forestall the Tumble’s interpretative origami efforts.
Later I can hear the unmistakable ripping of sellotape being gleefully unwound.
Hub gets a drink of water and returns with news.
“She’s got the sellotape, hasn’t she?”
“Yes, she’s making a boat but she did tell me to tell you, she’s not using Mummy’s sellotape.”