Now, I’m the last one to be sexist about it. But she’s such a girl already.
S decided to enjoy her first significant independent walk today.
Off she went. Bold as brass. Positively marching away from us.
To a rack of designer clothes in a fashionable shop. Shaking off my hand, and her mother’s, and making for the most expensive labels.
Her first proper solo stroll. Not enjoying the fresh air of our garden. Not at nursery with her friends. Not even in the safety of our home. Nope, in a bloody shop.
What is more, emboldened by the successful navigation of the clothes rails, she struck out to explore numerous outlets offering to deplete Daddy’s bank account.
Thankfully credit cards are no more than colourful bits of plastic to her.
At the moment.
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