Wednesday, 14 July 2010
I have a little girl who wants to be just like mum when she grows up.
Poor little soul.
As she sat on the kitchen floor Monday and cried about going back to school, there seemed little I could say to console her.
So in a foolish attempt to make my little girl smile again, I hurriedly muttered something along the lines of her only needing to go to school until she can read and write.
In the two days since, she has spent every waking moment with her face in a book and a pencil in her hand. I've no doubt she'll be tackling Shakespeare before the year's out!
Not yet sure what my next move will be.