"Is that where nan and grandad live?" Freya asked as we pulled into the train station - something we do on average twice a week. "No, they live in a house but they have to come on the train to visit us," I replied. "This is a station, where the trains live." "A house like … Continue reading Snippets – conversations with a nearly three year old.
"You know she can do that herself, right?" Mark said after Freya handed me her zipped bag of Frozen figures to open. "No, she can't," I said confidently, shaking my head in a sort of "as if I'd open and close this for her at least three times a day when she could do it herself" kind … Continue reading The dreaded: “I caaaan’t” enters our house.