What with Christmas parties and treats and all the rest of it, there seems to be a high sugar content in the kids' diets at the moment (oh all right, and mine as well) so I have become a bit of a nazi about tooth-brushing.
"But WHY do we need to brush our teeth?" grumbled my three-year-old this morning.
"Because if you don't, they'll go rotten and drop out," I told her.
"Will YOURS drop out?"
"I hope not. Maybe when I'm an old old grandma or something," I said vaguely.
She looked appalled at the thought. "When are YOU going to be a grandma?"
I gave her a hug. "Don't worry, I'll always be your mummy. But when you're all grown-up, if you have a baby one day, that will make me a grandma as well."
She thought about it. "I WILL have a baby," she decided. "And I will call her Anna-Rose."
"Ahh," I said. "That's a lovely name."
She thought about it some more. "No, not Anna-Rose," she said. "I will call her Little Lord Jesus."
Well, there's something to look forward to.
29 years on, nearly there
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