Oh, this little girl…
She says, “Mummy, can I have one of these africots?”
“Is this adocado ripe now?”
“It’s so hot outside… I need some sunscream.”
She is nearly four-and-a-half. I’m not in a rush to correct these little words of hers… she’s become long and lean, and nimble. And wise.
It’s the last of the baby in her. *sniff*