It’s ten to 1800hrs Friday evening here in Pokrovsky and I have three seven-year-old screaming cancan girls in my house: one non-French-Klasik-Nasional-Bahasa-speaking Canadian, one American and one bilingual Russian. No French, thank goodness. Or I will be hard-pressed to practice my Exorcist halauhantu mantra and prayers in French right about now.
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Girls can be fatally competitive and nasty, I’ve been telling myself. But today I saw the statement right before my eyes. When these girls fight, they really fight, I tell you. They are not physical though. Thanks to my big eyes and fatal stare ala X-men mutant, as with just one thunderous “Excuse me!?” the girls would be halfway down the hallways to the washroom pantywetted!
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But then, considering that these cancan girls have been playing together since 1530hrs, and I only had to referee them once when they were on the PS3… shows me that they are pretty independent. I am now downright impressed as they are reminding each other about time. Natasha has to be home by 1800 and Tia by 1815hrs. And they all know they take at least 5 minutes to put all the winter gears on. It’s five to the ‘Oh Clock’ and the girls are urging Natasha to move it move it!
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Wow! Punctuality at its best.
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I am, however, fully aware that these cancan girls will sooner than soon change their name to The Cannot Girls. As it is, Kitreena makes more phone calls in 3 days than I do in 3 months. These little women are already asking about Sleepovers and Pyjama Parties. Where have all the diapers and milk bottles gone? And just I wait til there’s boys!
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Unless it’s Christopher.
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Questa è Enida 
Phew! At least they’re not competing in “Who can pull the cat’s tail the longest”. Have seen that! Scary! purrr…..meow!
Oh have mercy on me soul! That is so cruel! I hope those who ever find joy in pulling cats’ tails (regardless whether they are kids or kids at heart) will grow tails in their next life and have them tails pulled and pegged to a laundry line! Muahahahahahahaha!