The essence of the mess

By SunkeneyedGirl

Waiting for the film about racing-car snails to start, having been forced to tango through the main square and all the way to the cinema, where I then had to spend 20 minutes making a fuss of Milla, the cinema cat.
I can't tango. Neither can The Child, but she wouldn't let me have ice cream unless we did.

Soundtrack for the drive home:

The Child: I am Queen of the iPod!! - *cue the sound of evil laughter*.

...
*That* Prodigy song
... (she knows all the words)
... (we went through a few versions, until she found the speed she liked...)

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