The point is...although I did completely lose the point with all my ranting and raving last time....
I was brought out of my cynical reverie the other morning when my gorgeous fresh daughter fell onto the duvet above me.
'Hello Mummy. Are we back at school today?' I smiled and snuggled into her warmness as she cuddled me, twizzling my hair as she always does.
Lifting her head, she smiled again.
'Mummy, there's a hippopatamus under your bed.'
My smile must have faded as the frown took over.
'No not a REAL one!!! Silly mummy! Just the plastic one from the Safari Park toys!!!'
Smiling at the ceiling and capturing every moment of this wonderful 'youngness,' I breathe a sigh of dramatic relief.
'Thank goodness for that! I was beginning to feel scared!'
The face is solemn. Huge sigh. Young eyes raised with a dramatic hand gesture to accompany...
'A REAL hippopotamus would not fit under your bed Mummy...ACTUALLY!!!...erm...can I have some coco pops?'
From the mouths of babes...and adorable too.