Sugar and Spice

It was late afternoon as I came off the hill after walking the dog. We stopped, as we always do, to clip on the running lead before we got to the steep road that leads down to the houses. I heard the squeal of children from two small girls as they played with the fresh wind blown leaves in the gutter. The youngest, perhaps four was doing the kick, chase and stamp thing. Her sister, they were too alike not to be sisters was supporting; occasionally bending to scoop up an armful and throw them skyward to the delight of her sibling. I smiled. You had to; they were cute for sure. If only I'd thought to pick up my camera or at least my smart phone; my haste to beat the promise of more rain now came at a price. I had missed a classic shot for sure.

Maisey on Charimage
From the Monochrome Gallery at Charimage

What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails
And puppy-dogs' tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of.


I was expecting that by the time I had halved the gap between us to hear,
"Oh look at the cute little dog."
Pixel, my canine companion has that effect but it didn't happen. As I neared the mid-point the elder of the two shot into the middle of the road and with clenched fists at her sides proceeded to shout/scream to an out of sight recipient. It took a while for my hearing to tune in to the words being delivered. I was assisted by her choosing to repeat herself, obviously to add emphasis to her point:
"I am 7 years old and I'll come down there and kick your f......g head in. I will. I am 7 years old!"

I guess she was the spice. Sugar remained at her diligent kick, chase and stamp. This little boy and puppy-dog tail crept quietly past.


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