I was in the kitchen the other day, washing up. I heard a noisy banging on the stairs. This was shortly followed by my daughter appearing, dragging a small wheelie suitcase behind her.
"What are you up to, honey?", I asked.
"Nothing Daddy, just getting my hair bobbles."
Come again? Surely she can't have that many...? Sure enough, the case is pretty full.
I hope it is a while before the "handbags-and-shoes" phase kicks in...
