My little girl is far too clever for my good. Actually, she is a 'clever clogs', if I just refer to her as clever I am instantly corrected:
'No, mummy. I'm not clever I am clever clogs'
Nope, this isn't a Peppa pig affectation, it's my fault, it's what I normally call her. And, she beams with pride.
Little also beams when you call her pretty.
A pretty clever clogs what more can a mother be afraid of!
So, this morning, as I dressed her, I popped a t-shirt over her head and then I reached for a dress...
'Mummy, no!' she shrieked.
'you can't do that, it's nonsense mummy. Nonsense, absolute nonsense.'
You know how I persuaded her to layer the t-shirt under the dress?
She grabbed pink rights and said
'snap mummy. These match. This works'
I was so taken aback I forgot to put her knickers on.
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