My five year old daughter and my eight year old son were watching a programme they had watched repeatedly; they practically knew it word for word.
I was in the kitchen cooking when I heard a scrambling, a bang and someone sprinting up the stairs. It seemed someone was trying to get out fast. Minutes later my five year old was hanging around the kitchen, almost loitering:
‘What’s wrong, where is your brother?’ I asked
‘He’s run upstairs, this is the scary part’ She replied
‘How can it be scary? You have watched it a thousand times! You know exactly what is coming next’
‘You are right’ she said and shouted upstairs ‘Don’t worry, come back down, I am here for you!’
‘I am not scared!’ Her brother responded, he obviously couldn’t cope with his sisters show of bravery.
They both returned to the sitting room and I assumed all was honky dory.
‘I am five, you are eight! You are the older one, you should not be the one who is scared, I should be’ I heard her reprimanding her brother.
So much for being there for him!
100% human. 100% female…..always has the last word!