It was Guy Fawkes, and while crackers resounded through the neighbourhood, the little one’s parents were in Wellington, celebrating their wedding anniversary. I was in charge, sleeping over for the first time.

It seemed like a nice thing to do, once the dishes were clean, to mop the floor. The little spring fairy insisted on doing her part.

What a zealous little housekeeper! She was unstoppable.

And once the floor was done, she took a sponge and wiped every surface in sight.

Not missing the corners or the awkward places, but covering every patch of floor and wall.
After a shower and a story, I tucked her up in bed and, with a kiss goodnight, she drifted off to sleep. The crackers continued to bang and pop all around, but the spring fairy was happily lost in the land of dreams.