It's bedtime. Stella and I are reading a book. I'm pointing to the pictures, she's saying the words. "Shoes. Birdie. BallOOOOOny. Feather. Buff-fly. Dog. Woof-woof. Pencil."
She's focused, curious.
Where's Pearl? Come and join in for the bedtime story, Pearl.
I hear giggling. Pearl appears, her big sister's pyjama pants on her head. She spins around, falls down, then she's off again.
They share a birthday and a bedroom, but that may be about it.