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Mummy that little girl said I was a little girl but I’m not a little girl, I’m a little lady!
Mummy, where was I when you and Daddy had your marrying day?
Well you hadn’t been born yet sweetie?
But where was I?
I don’t know love, you weren’t there and you weren’t even in my tummy yet.
It’s all right Mummy, I think I was with gran and grandad.
On shoe laces:
Mummy can you help do my tyres up?
On supervising her father’s tv watching:
Daddy, is that ‘propriate for you?
(he was watching the Tour de France!)
Mummy, are you writing down what I’m saying?
Mummy: who’s in Mummy’s tummy?
Mummy: And what shall we call the baby if it’s a baby sister?
Mummy: And how about if it’s a boy?
Kitty: Mickey Mouse!
Some days I go to school, but some days I don’t go to school!
(I think we mean nursery – at least unless there’s something I really don’t know about!)
On dictating her cousin’s graduation card:
Dear love [cousin]. Dear love on your grandution. Love [Kitty]
Hello!Once upon a time there was a girl named Carie. She married her sweetheart, had two beautiful daughters and now a tiny son too and filled their days with an eclectic handmade life. Welcome to the story so far ...
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