Mam-mam sings "Clap hands till Daddy comes home, with sweets in his pocket for Lyla alone."
Well, Daddy's home and I'm still clapping. And those sweets have yet to materialise.
I usually applaud when Dada enters the room but I think I'll stop as he's getting a big head.
I also made a new friend this week. Holly and I have known each other a while now but we never really got to chat because our moms just never. stop. talking.
I didn't know how I felt about having friends forced upon me, but when she pulled her socks off to have as a mid-morning snack, I knew we were kindred spirits.
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