Friday, December 2, 2011
Wednesday smiled, she seemed to love being with her big brother, even though after her sleep we intended to play dress-ups with her as well. She clapped her hands as Mrs Mouche kissed her. Mouche’s little sister loved it when Mouche and I and my mom (Trish) and Trey looked after her.
After Mrs Mouche left, we were examining the ideas in our pink diary for our new blog entry and Trey was checking out our laptop over Mouche’s shoulder, having seated Wednesday in her high chair.
‘Enough already’, Mouche said. ‘You so can’t see this, Trey. It’s for our eyes only.’
‘Oh, please,’ Trey said laughing, eating a mouthful of cereal over his physics text, ‘like I care what two little girls think about the world...don’t stay up too late,’ he said as he ran up the stairs.
‘Why? Is your girlfriend coming over?’ Mouche giggled.
‘I think asking her over at ten pm might be a little obvious.’
Trey was a classy guy for an older man (eighteen).
‘So what do you think about who should pay on dates, Trey? Do you think girls should pay?’ I asked quizzically.
‘Phoebe, if a guy likes you, he’s going to try to impress you at least on the first date. Take my advice, let him offer, and if he doesn’t, pay, but don’t date him again.’