Yesterday I had a phone call from my four year old neice, nothing too unusual in that, she often rings me to tell me what's happening in her little world.
But this call was special; having spent Saturday with me at a family wedding, Hayley was calling to say that she had spent Sunday being me. She had even rung Grandma insisting that she was Auntie Oe today (completely confusing everyone I think).
Being me, apparently, consists of having a baby in your tummy (although I think she gave birth to her baby a little quicker than I will), and driving around in a red car.
I think that about sums me up right now!
(I don't have a picture of Hayley being me, but here she is helping Grandpa mow the lawn.)