It was a usual mad morning when, as I was busy getting dressed, my daughter Isla, then 5, looked at me thoughtfully...
‘I don’t want steady boobies, Mummy,’ she said. ‘I want flappy ones, like yours.’
‘Thanks, darling,’ I smirked, as my husband Anthony, 34, sniggered.
We were forever cracking up at something Isla or her sister Alice, then 4, came out with.
‘Your dress looks like a bin bag,’ was another charming comment.
They were hilarious!
I worked from home as I was self-employed, and when the girls were small, Anthony was a full-time student.
Then, in 2016, he got a job as a radiographer.
He was happy, but gutted he’d be out of the house more, not around to hear the girls’ daft remarks.
‘I’ll miss all their…
