I am trying to control my laughter at this moment. It’s nearly 11pm, M and I are exhausted (we’ve both been knackered all day), the girls are in bed for over two hours and should be asleep, but instead they are yelling back and forth to one another from their rooms like calling birds. One calls the other’s name, and the other replies, “Yeah?” Then a pause. And then the name again, and “yeah?” again. Sometimes there is a wholly fruitless “Come he-ere!” followed by the same ‘yeah’. Once, a joy-filled “We are in our BEDS!” and, again, that never-changing, “yeah!” It’s been going on for about 10 minutes and shows no sign of stopping. I don’t dare go out there to quieten them or I shall never get away again — best to just leave them to tire themselves out.
But in the meantime, I get to listen to my two daughters calling back and forth like some comic duo, enjoying each other’s company even in the dark. And, as crazy as it is and as much as I really should be putting a stop to it, I just love it. Instead of becoming rivals, they have turned out to be friends, and it fills me with with a happiness I can hardly describe. But I can do justice to it this way: I have no desire at all to stop two little girls from calling back and forth to one another at 11pm, when they really should be fast asleep and so should I. It sounds so beautiful to me, I could happily let it go on for hours.