ARE YOUR EARS PAINTED ON?

The other day I was running some errands with the girls, and Big Sis went running on ahead. 

‘Stop… ‘ I warned. ‘Stop… STOPPPPP!!’

Finally, she skidded to a halt, and turned around. 

‘Why didn’t you stop when I told you too? ‘ I asked, in that extra-loud, angry Mummy whisper. ‘I’m very cross with you!’

‘Sorry Mummy,’ she replied, her eyes wide with innocence. ‘My ears were being naughty, and they weren’t listening to you.’

Ah, OK then.