Two things that are weekly occurences for me happened simultaneously today: Sadie and Holly made a tea party and I stripped the beds, flipped the mattresses and put on clean bedding. I was delighted that the girls had started on the quest of finding cups, plates, teapots, etc. at the same time as I was hunting down (kind-of-matching) bed sets because it meant that they didn't try to help me. Our playroom is a place you don't want to get lost in so I knew they'd be kept busy. Shouts of "teapot" and "spoon" soon became shouts of particular teddy/toy's names that they wanted to bring to the party. There was upset over the seeming disappearance of something called Bubda. I could hear, "I want Bubda," "help me find Bubda, Sadie," "Bubda need tea" and the like. I was wracking my brains trying to think which toy was Bubda because I knew that if they didn't find it soon it was going to become my problem.
I always pull out the beds and sweep under them and leave the piles of dust, go-gos and socks in corners so that I can pick them all up in one go at the end. Since the preparations were complete on Operation Tea Party I knew I would soon be called on to provide the tea and buttered crackers. The tea and crackers were in place along with "sometin fuh a teat"(=something for a treat) in the form of jellies but Holly wasn't happy. She kept pulling Sadie away saying, "we find Bubda fuhst"(fuhst=first). I felt that my boiling the kettle for a cappuccino was going to turn out to be premature of me because when Sadie and Holly are looking for something, even when it's something I've thrown out and I tell them that, they don't stop until they find it or get very upset trying.
So, we opened doors, looked under things, in things, between things. I didn't even know what we were looking for. Sadie told me it was "a him" and that "he's Holly's little ting." I pulled out toy after toy asking if it was Bubda. When I heard Sadie shouting, "Holly, come on, let's do a dust dance" I knew all my work was about to be undone as those dust piles were going to be sent back to where they came from. But the dust dance yielded Bubda! I went to see who this Bubda was. Holly held the two inch plastic figure up to me, beaming. "Now Bubda have cup'tea." It was Bob the Builder or Bobthe Builder or Bubthe Builder or Bubda Builder or Bubda for short. If I had known that at the start I'd have been sipping my cappuccino at the time I was re-sweeping dust.