Unicorn

It was 4 am when she appeared by my beside, swaying and crying.

I'm dizzy mummy, i don't feel good- i think i'm going to vomit.

I raise my eyebrows at her quizzically and get up to salvage a bucket that is currently being used to catch droplets of water in the water feature that is our kitchen at the moment.

I line the bucket with plastic and tissues and hand it to her as she's climbing into our bed next to Jacien who somehow has made his way there in the night.

She's still whining and sniffling.

I feel her forehead, it's warm.

Hmmmm i ponder for a moment.... i know what this is.

You're dizzy, your forehead feels warm....

You're becoming a unicorn.

She glares at me.

Or an evil witch, let me see- let me puncha your buns.

STOPPPP ITTT...

Hahaha i touch her forehead again.

Nope i'm pretty sure it's a horn coming out. It feels warm right in the middle.

Tell me if your vomit has glitter in it, that's a sure sign. It might take a few days....


STTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT *whinewhine*

Zane gets up to go to the toilet. 'Leave her alone! Tivi stop being so emotional about it'

Haha you stop. She's allowed to be emotional.

You're going to be a beautiful unicorn.

Sttttttttttttttoooooooooooooooooopppppppppppppppppppppppp

Jacie piping in 'Your poop will be rainbow!'

Tehhehehehhe