Love, love, love.
My daughter cannot stop grinning. She has spent the day flailing because her first boyfriend, who moved away 18 months ago, is returning to her school next week.
She's organised the classroom so they can sit together (thanks to a very indulgent teacher) and she has written a song so sappy he'll likely contract diabetes should he ever hear it.
Now, I'm not a bad mother, I understand young love, I even vaguely remember how it feels, but she's driving me crazy.
Oh, maybe I should have mentioned, she's only eight years old! :D
She's organised the classroom so they can sit together (thanks to a very indulgent teacher) and she has written a song so sappy he'll likely contract diabetes should he ever hear it.
Now, I'm not a bad mother, I understand young love, I even vaguely remember how it feels, but she's driving me crazy.
Oh, maybe I should have mentioned, she's only eight years old! :D