It is not uncommon for the children of today to be well versed in the joys of cafe’s, coffee and conversation. My daughter, (whose name is not Shirley) is no exception. Between you and I, a trip to our local coffee spot is really a gift I give myself when my head is spinning. It is the one place her incessant childhood babble is silenced for just a moment, whilst with great concentration, she devours a baby cino. Interesting really, when you consider the social norm for adults often dictates that it is the time for chatter to begin. Maybe there is something in the marshmallows…
The Mirror Shop
It’s hard when you’re three years old, to avoid admiring yourself in a mirror. Imagine the joy of an entire shop just filled with them! Here is my daughter – for these purposes I will call her Shirley – enjoying her reflection (as she often demands to do) as we walk past. As time ticks by on the pavement, my superstitious self is left pondering how many life-times of bad luck could come from so many potentially broken mirrors?