“It’s mine!” “No, it’s mine.” Melissa took a deep breath and then went on peeling the potatoes. She knew any minute the fight would spill over into the kitchen.
“Give it back.” “Mummy, she started it.” “If I hear one more word, I’ll lock you both in your bedroom until tomorrow”, she fairly screamed. The girls looked mutinous, but left the room for now.
Melissa’s hand shook as she reached for her glass. It was a little early, but she needed it. They were such little angels when they were asleep. She wondered how many mothers actually killed their children.
This week’s challenge by T.Mastgrave: Angels.
Stray Thoughts 
Not to worry. I’m sure all mother’s do have them!! (wine and runaway thoughts). How else would any of them survive?
Maybe there should be some kind of award for not killing them when they’re little?