I'm feeling a bit like a fraud with this, but it's nice to pretend, isn't it?
She keeps looking at the big hand on the clock. She can't concentrate. Time is just not on her side today. When is the bell going to ring? And she has so much to plan, still! The games she will bring, the toys she will bring - not the same thing, she's been trying to explain this one for ever to her parents. Toys you can play with on your own, games are better when there's several of you. The clothes she will bring, because well, you never know when Aurélie will have her birthday thing, and if she does while she's still in the area, she'll have to take that princess dress. Pink with tiny sequins, it's just so very beautiful. And her dad keeps saying that she's the prettiest little girl in the world in it. Oh, and she has to think of the music she will take for the car. You don't want to be stuck in holiday-going traffic with only your parents' musical choice for you. Uh-uh, no you don't.
Anyway. Another ten lines of this "match figures and words" stupid activity and she'll be done. Yay! Two months of freedom! Oh and she'll have so much fun as well, this time. Not like last year, when things were not exactly clear. Her dad was always grumpy, her mom always looked like she'd been crying, it wasn't the best holiday. Something to do with "you're going to have a little brother or sister. You happy?" and then not mentioning it at all ever. Apparently, the baby had decided not to come after all. She had wondered if it was because of her, but her mum and dad had crossed their hearts that no, it was just... And she knew she was nice too, so really it couldn't be because of her. She knew she would have to share her toys and all, but that was OK as long as she knew they were hers in the first place. Of course it must be a sister, boys can be so... annoying.
But it will be better to have a sister next year: she'll be seven then, she'll know how to take care of a baby.
10 and ten. Finished. Yay!