We have been caught up in Christmas obligations, building and other things, and that's my excuse for blogging being light this month. For now, here are three days in the life of my daughter:
Day 1, 14:00 hours:
"Papa, you are my favourite and my best."
Day 1, 20:20:
"I wish I didn't have a Papa!"
Day 2, 1930:
"Papa, I want to be just like you when I grow up!"
Day 2, 21:30:
"Papa, I will never be your friend again!"
"Papa, you are my favourite person ever."