When I grow up…

“Mummy?” It’s bedtime, and my daughter is wearing her Worried Face. What is it that’s standing between her and sleep (or between me and Netflix) tonight? “I still can’t decide what I want to be when I grow up.” Stifling a smile, I make reassuring noises. “Well, I don’t think you don’t need to worryContinue reading “When I grow up…”