Yesterday, Moppet and I opened the door of our apartment to play on the landing as we sometimes do, and saw our neighbour in the middle of an argument with her son. She was standing outside her half open front door yelling at her son who was yelling right back at her.
Seeing as this was not a good time for Moppet to be playing on the landing, I turned to go back in - only to find that little miss nosy parker had slipped out and was toddling off at top speed to investigate what all the fuss was about.
It all happened so fast, but I felt like I was watching in slow motion as she planted herself between the neighbour lady and the door and started babbling loudly, wagging a stern finger in her face.
Shell-shocked neighbour lady looked at her little accuser, and then at me, hurrying up to the scene of the crime.
Hugely embarrassed, I muttered an apology as I reached to pick Moppet up. As I did so, I caught a glimpse of the boy, about 10 years old, on the other side of the door.
He was grinning from ear to ear.