Good time, bad time

Last weekend, Clarabelle caught me surprised with her "clock reading" worksheet.

She actually had all correctly linked!

To ensure she was not guessing, I got her to do another worksheet. Confidantly and correctly, she completed it without much thinking.

I was so impressed and exaggerative excited, yelling for the daddy while giving her praises and kisses.

Quietly, I observed another girl. She was feeling envious. Trying to do something creditable too.

Slowly she drew out a box of puzzle. One by one, she fixed it in the correct sequence order. She knew I was observing her. And I knew what she wants. Though that puzzle was no longer a challenge for her. She was very familiar with it. The moment I saw her completed one strip, I was very eager to praise her.

But Abella was ambitious. She wanted to complete all the strips. True enough, when she had compeleted all, proudly she brought it to me and of course, I bestow her.

Then Clarabelle came and wanted to do the puzzle. But Abella thought that was her glory and forbidded her.

A round of squabble started.

Ended with a pool of messed up puzzle , two anguished girls and three wordless ladies...

Motherhood. Good time. Bad time.