I feel like I do a lot for my little one. It’s hard work responding to her every whim – and it feels like there are thousands of them every day. So I think it’s perfectly fine to use her for my own amusement sometimes. It gives me a little glow to think about embarrassing her with stories when she grows up and I reckon I came up with a goodie this week. We went to Riverside to watch a charity duck race, where they launched hundreds of little yellow plastic ducks into the stream and watched them sail to the finish line. She had been particularly demanding that day – a proper little ‘threenager’ – and so I got my own back getting her to shout “Come on, yellow!” as loads of the golden rubber duckies floated by.

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