I already know what Esther is going to be like as a teenager. Sensible, and forever rolling her eyes at me because I have forgotten to do something or am attempting ridiculous things like opening a tin of tomatoes with a teaspoon (no, that never happened, although my husband probably thinks it has).
The reason I know this is because she already makes me feel ridiculous. Today she handed me a packet of new nappies, and told me to open them. Seeing me struggle with the plastic wrapping, she sighed a little and offered the following gem: "Mamma, you need scissors.".
As it turns out, I did NOT need scissors, so HA! She may think I need help but she is only TWO and I know what I am doing.
I am not going to tell you about how I forgot that there was no toilet paper in the downstairs toilet today until it was too late. TWICE. And twice I had to call on my daughter to come and rescue me and bring me paper, which she kindly did.
No, I am not going to tell you about that.
Oh, the humiliation.
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