Molly’s name used to be Jeanette, but a certain newly-minted three year old declared with authority as the wrapping came off today that “her name is Molly”. Just quietly, I think Molly suits her a little better, don’t you? (Also, just quietly, with Niamh’s propensity for making up wacky and unpronounceable names, it was a bit of a relief to hear just ‘Molly’!)
I wonder how the other mothers appreciated me dosing their young ‘uns up with sugar, chocolate and coffee laden cakes? Heh.
Happy Birthday Niamh. Life just wouldn’t be the same, sweet one.