“He looks boring Mummy. And anyway, boys can wear dresses.”
My three year old greeted me with a serious expression as I wandered into the bathroom to brush my teeth yesterday morning. I’d heard her pottering around in her room next door, but she’d been in no rush to come in to us.
“He is better now. He likes it. I made him better. Come and look Mummy!”
She’d obviously been hard at work. And then I saw what had kept her so busy. Continue reading »