Refreshed
Scrubbed clean, three glowing faces grinned up at her. A little different to their sceptical reception. Two pairs of brown eyes and one green, wonderment glimmering there. Used to such a reaction, she continued around the nursery, draping their pyjamas on the end of the bed.
"Can we do it again, Mary Poppins?" came a little voice.
Georgie stared up at her, his golden hair peeping out from the towel he'd burrowed himself in.
"No, it is bedtime," she replied, pleased to see the other two already clambering into their nightwear.
They were smiling, laughing. Even if they didn't yet trust her. That was what they needed after the year they'd had- a little light-heartedness. A reminder that fun could still be had, even in the simplest of forms.
The Banks needed tidying here and there, not that they believed this to be the case. In time, they would see. Children must be children, after all.