Martin is off the hook

The girls are so like Martin in so many ways. It's endless; their posh accents (which emphasise the commoner that I am anyway but why don't they sound like me?), the way Holly closes her lips and pushes them out (when she's up to some mischief), how Sadie sleeps with the covers over her face, in the way they both have to have a drink with every bit of food (this drives me spare), their set rules about clothes (one example here is that I have given up buying jeans or other pants because they will only wear leggings, they like that they can be tucked into their socks. Martin doesn't wear leggings, that I know of, but he has mounds of clothes that he will not wear because he has certain clothes for certain things and the ones he doesn't wear are for something that apparently hasn't happened yet) and finally, eventhough this point has often been disputed, I think they are both the head off him.
Martin got up from his seat in the living room the other day and, without saying a word, went into the kitchen. Nothing strange there. Holly followed him and I heard her say to him, "Are you havin' a sannich and a cup'tea?" How well she knows him. A few minutes later Martin and Holly had been joined by Sadie and all three were having sandwiches and tea. I don't drink tea, this was purely an O'Sullivan event.
When the snacking had finished and Holly was heading out of the room she said to herself, "that feckin' dog" for no apparent reason, the dog was nowhere near. I immediately admitted to that being my fault as I had said that earlier in the day because I fell over Madrún. Martin doesn't swear at all. Well, he says friggit sometimes but really he doesn't use bad language. Back in the living room, Martin was making tutting noises as he lit the fire, he had dropped coal on the floor or something. On hearing this sound of frustration, Holly piped up with, "fuh 'uck sake."
Ahem. Yes, indeed, Sadie has managed more than three years in my company as her primary carer and not a bad word out of her mouth, not that I wasn't swearing, just that she didn't repeat it. Holly is only two and is already cursing like.........her mother. So, one of them is a little bit like me, not in a good way. Maybe I shouldn't complain about them being so like their father. And stop cursing.