After me asking politely that she "be quiet, just for five minutes", I think she managed it for about five seconds. The blue crap went down the sink and I gave up on blog reading, deciding to hunt for the sweeping brush instead, in order to sort the kitchen floor out. But I was saved from domesticity once more, when Amy came into the office just as I was about to depart, with a rather odd shape protruding from her chest area. "What have you got up your jumper?" I asked, wondering if she was trying to grow up too soon. "It's my heart," she replied, laughing. "What is it?" I asked again, a little worried that she had been watching too much iCarly and H2-0. "It's my heart," she replied once again, removing it to show me the reason why unconditional love is the best feeling in the world.
Please pop over to Living with Kids to read my short guest post on the debate between MMR and autism.