~Jamie dragged herself up the stairs, a small child Narah in her arms while Gracie's small hand in her own. She came to her door and put the small child down, letting go of the others hand whild tring to find her keys in her bag~
Is this our new house mummy?
~Gracies outgoing lyrics spoken rather loudly. Narah clinging slightly to her mothers leg~
If I can ever find the keys it is chicken.
~Jamie still rumaged through her bag. Were had she put those keys? Maby she dropped them.~
