esther rantzen where are you?

so, new me, new household. the people i am staying with share my bizarre sleeping patterns. this is largely down to Molly, their 15 month old baby who thinks nothing of screaming the house down at 2am and even less of demanding food and attention at 5am. regular readers (hi Jezza!) will know that 5am for me is like 8am for everyone else (i specifically avoided the word normal there for the sake of all the farmers who follow my blog) and so isn't much of an issue.
the Molly routine goes like this: Molly moans. return to silence. Molly cries once or twice. return to silence. Molly screams house down until Dad comes to get her and take her to parental bed for breast and extended sleep (I know A LOT of people who would pay good money for that!).
sometimes there is a further stage to the process. this is six (AND A HALF!) year old Erin screaming at Mum and Dad that 'MOLLY IS AWAKE!!!!!!!' I'm sure the neighbours are just dying to add 'AND SO ARE WE!!!!!!!' at this point.
last week there was a funny moment during this last stage where, as well as shouting that Molly was awake Erin began enquiring, in a whiny voice she has perfected since I arrived: 'Daddy, did you take my pants off? Did you take my pants off? Why did you take my pants off?'
fortunately i heard an earlier visit to the loo when, delirious with sleep, she refused to put said pants back on again but goodness only knows what those neighbours must think.
laughing about it (as in how we laughed) at breakfast the next day Gerry (mum) told me about the time Erin had caused raised eyebrows at playgroup, informing the teachers that 'Daddy is always fiddling with my bum!' - apparently there had been an episode of worms in the household.
but that's a whole new post.