Mayhem
"Spit spot!"
How she despised the dragging of feet across the floor, the low groans. The nursery was a mess, and she would not allow them any more enjoyment until they finished their chores.
All those buts. But, but, but. She'd had enough of them.
No more games and no more clicking of fingers. That was being too generous. If she had to work harder than so did they.
Michael did not take it well. There had been tears, then there had been the throwing of toys, and lastly, screaming. How she hated the screaming. Nobody spoke like that to Mary Poppins. Not if she could help it.
She had given him a stern talking to. He started muttering.
She had threatened no dinner. He had pulled Jane's hair and eaten a stash of his father's mints.
She had sent him to bed. He had played with his toys that he never put away.
"Enough is enough," she said. "You are a Very Naughty Boy."
He had gone to bed, satisfied with the ruckus he had caused. She had gone to bed, tempted to mutter a few words herself.
In the middle of the night, she was awoken by shouting and crying. Michael had awoken from a bad dream, he said. He wanted a hug and he wanted some hot milk. With an apology, he tidied the nursey, cleaning away the bad behaviour of yesterday. Something about how the toys had tried to throw him across the room, like he had them.
Mary had given him the milk, gave a curt good-night, and settled him back into bed.
"You are spoilt," she told him.
"Thank you for staying with me, Mary Poppins."
She gave a low hum and returned to her own bed between the twins. Perhaps next time, he wouldn't cause such a fuss.
I saw the film yesterday. What did you guys think? Emily Blunt did an amazing job but I was disappointed there was only a slight mention of Bert. I know he can't be in it but still...