IJ is growing up fast. We can go longer have the sweet, innocent, childish conversations we used to have. Take this morning, for example.
IJ: Mummy, I had a really happy dream.
Me: Ah, did you? What was it about?
IJ: A beautiful lady with a beautiful dress and beautiful yellow hair.
Me: Was it Sleeping Beauty?
IJ: No, don't be silly.
Me: Snow White?
IJ: She has brown hair.
Duh!
Me: Who then?
IJ: Lady Gaga.
Oh my word! What next?

















