"Vithi! Puppies canth be powple!'

"They can so if I want them to!"

"No they canth!"

Dominique reached out and swatted the purple crayon from her sister's hand. Victoire was livid, and reached over to grab Dominique's colouring book. She tore out the page Domi had been working on and ripped it in half. Domi's mouth fell open, revealing three missing teeth in the six-year-old's mouth.

"MAMI! Vithi thore my tholouring buth!"

"Well, she hit me first!"

Fleur, their mother, walked in.

"What are you arguing about now?"

"Purple puppies." The girls said in unison, and at the confused expression on Fleur's face launched into an explanation.