*My middlie came to me tonight and said she had something to tell me but she was scared to because . . . I’d be gutted. She said she couldn’t possibly tell me in front of her little brother so I assumed it was girl/puberty talk. After thirty minutes of guessing and trying to coax it out of her, she finally announced (well actually it was more of a whisper) that she-no-longer-believed-in-Father Christmas.
Well she’s eleven years old so I think we can be more than content with our eleven magical Yuletides. And I am chuffed that she had the heart to consider her brother who still has a year or two of believing the magic.
*My little boy told me tonight that I was nice, kind and loveful. What a sweet little made-up word.
*My eldest daughter came home from college and told me she got a B+ in her English mock exam. I responded with shouts of well done clever–clogs etc. and she asked me what her reward will be. I told her she’s not doing it for me – she’s doing it for herself.