Good Lord. How on earth did that happen? We only brought her home from the maternity ward a little while ago. Didn’t we?
Anyway, we had a party. There was an entertainer and a face painter. The children took it in turns to batter seven shades out of a pinata. I made loads of butties and opened a few packets of jammie dodgers. It was universally proclaimed as the best party of the year [proud].
Little’un is now the proud owner of a pink bike with pink stabilisers, a pink bell and a pink helmet. She has a new pink lunch box with matching pink drink bottle in readiness for school and some pink crafty books which show how to make pink things out of pink stuff.
But I am still in denial of the fact that I am the mother of a four year old.