It never ceases to amaze me how different my two daughters are, as is illustrated by the following tale.
We’ve just returned from Hong Kong (I shall blog that in coming days) and on Sunday night the OH and I were trying to figure out how to use the train ticket machine at the Disneyland station. It was hot, it was crowded and we were not progressing in the queue so we told the girls to go and sit on the bench about 10 metres away. Within a few minutes they were back, with the big Missy pulling the little Missy by the hand and both were sobbing.
It appeared that after they sat down a group of Chinese people surrounded them, staring and taking their photos. The Big Missy freaked out, felt uncomfortable and dragged her little sister away by the arm.
The Little Missy then started to cry and wail “But I want them to take my photo! I want the strangers to take my photo!”