Miss 12 and Miss9. Both born and bred same same. But different.
Relaying a story in the car this morning about how their granny walked out of a lift and into a glass door got these simultaneous reactions.
Miss9: Is she okay? Miss12: That must have looked so funny, I would have laughed.
Now my poor mother knocked her noggin quite a shot there apparently. There was a bump and bruising. Which she iced for a few hours thereafter. She said she felt quite woozy but still managed to make her way home. Not sure that was what the RTA intended when they issued her a licence to drive.
But, reverting to the reactions of my two daughters I have taken a firm decision that Miss9 will be charged with my aged care and power of attorney when I get Alzheimers and take to my bed.
Miss12 will be tasked with a less onerous job. Entertainment. And I will ask her to repeatedly walk headfirst into the nearest solid surface. For my entertainment. Psycho.