See, mummy, this is how it went...

Zali is always up later than her sister. After Maya goes to bed, she always gets her little stool and sits on it in front of us, or sometimes she stands, and then she starts talking. We think she's telling us about her day. I heard the words "sandpit" and "slide" and "shoes" and "Huck" (that's her friend in childcare. His name is Huckleberry. I love his name. I want Zali to marry him so that my son-in-law's name is Huckleberry. But I digress...)

So she talks and she talks, and every now and then she will get up and dance, sometimes she'll sing, then she'll sit and talk again, and it goes on and on and on. I love it. I have recorded many of her performances on my iPhone. It's like a one woman show. On Broadway.

Happy Wednesday everyone :)