I recently found two of Friday's baby curls I'd dutifully kept from her first hair cut. I gazed at them with such fondness, remembering my soft-cheeked curly-headed girl.
I went to find her to show them to her, my lean long-legged very big girl. She immediately reached for them but I snatched them away,
'Don't touch sweetie, they're precious.'
'But Mum, they're mine.' she answered deadpan.
Ja, um, I guess they are. Way to make your mother feel like a twat.
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