In the last 24 hours my daughter has:
Made me 'hop like a bunny' on the Platform at Richmond station;
Smile cheesily in a cafe (maybe it wasn't just Isobel who made me smile there);
And lay in bed with me as we coughed in harmony.
Well actually it went like this:
Me: Oh dear you have caught my cough
Isobel: No, mummy. I have my cough, you have your cough.
Isobel: Isobel's cough is LIKE mummy's cough.
Is it any wonder I find my self often having to be the baby while Isobel plays mummy.