Curiosity Killed The Cat

Ever since the X'mas tree was set up, Sherilyn, the one with the itchiest hands and one who is the most curious has broken 4 baubles as well as the star on the top of the X'mas tree. We don't normally light up the X'mas tree but one morning a few days ago, I turned on the lights and when the gals came down after they had woken up, they ran to the tree in delight. Sherilyn pulled out a bauble from the tree and it dropped on the floor and broke into pieces.


Sharp pieces of the plastic bauble were scattered everywhere. I was fuming as I had warned the gals endless times not to pull out anymore baubles or ornaments from the tree but as usual, they always seem deaf to my warnings.



When I walked to the X'mas tree, Sherilyn looked up at me with this guilt-stricken look on her face. When I saw that look on her face, the fire in my heart doused off instantly but still I reprimanded her. She kept quiet and was on the verge of crying (which is very rare as this brat is normally one tough cookie who even laughs when hit with a cane). Her eyes turned red and lips drooped and trembled. Again, she had succeeded in her plot to defuse the anger in mummy. She hugged my legs and I hugged her back.