I am Stupidly Proud of My Daughter, And Rather Surprised By My Son.
But she is strong, brave and proud. For reasons I shall not bore anyone with. Suffice to say, both me, Tired Mam and Favourite Daughter have made a frankly rather marvellous young lady.
Favourite Son did That Thing today.
I can't explain it. I remember when Favourite Daughter did it.
It probably happened weeks ago and I missed it.
I was just looking at him. He wasn't far from bed. Chatting with his mother. Chatting mind. Not real words, but you could tell he was having what to him was a perfectley sensible conversation.
And before my eyes he became A Little Boy.
Just like that.
This is getting deleted in the morning.