So J has been learning about families at school. Cue a torrent of questions about how can Uncle D be your brother when he doesn’t live with you? And why do you not still live with your mam?
This led to F asking me some questions too. I explained that J was my son and that she was my daughter. “No I am NOT your daughter!” Great, I thought. There is some more of the two year old attitude wanting Daddy instead.
“I’m your MOON!”
“Joshua is your sun and I’m your moon!”
I think this may be just about the sweetest thing she has ever said and I’m going to make a print to go on her wall with this on.