Miss Mischief in the morning

Easter holidays. This means, unusually, that my children are sometimes not awake when I get up to go to work. Which mean that I occasionally have to go into their room (they are currently sharing a bedroom) to give them a goodbye kiss.
To my mind, never are the differences between their personalities more apparent than first thing in the morning...
Eldest is snuggled under layer upon layer of blankets, like a dormouse in its nest. She has dozens of soft toys scattered around her, arranged in a strict heirarchy according to their popularity, which then dictates their position in relation to where she sleeps: first-rank toys get to share the bed with her, second-rank get to sit on the bed, third-rank go have on the chair and fourth rank can sod off up onto the shelf (this is a system I believe she has inherited from her mother, who often threatens me with demotion to the sofa downstairs). Regardless of rank, all of Eldest's soft toys are kept in pristine condiction, but there really are a lot of them: it is occasionally quite difficult to find her in the bed, lost amongst the myriad bunnies and teddies and kitties.When I gives her a kiss, she opens her huge, placid eyes and yawns, then immediately snuggles back down again, with the languid air of a sleepy cat.
In contrast, Youngest's bedclothes are scattered, literally, across the entire room, and her soft toys - ugh, I can barely talk about them. They are clearly much loved, but she happily 'doubles them up' as both a chew toy and as a handy absorbant surface for the mopping up spillages, including anything that comes out of her nose. Her bed gives off the faint but undeniable tang of a hamster cage as a result. Nonetheless, as I approach she sits bolt upright in bed and gives me what appears to be the dazzling smile of a lottery winner.

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