I knew it would come one day, the realisation that our ideals were different, that we saw the world through different eyes. I didn't expect it to be so soon; Grace is after all only 19 months old. I thought it would be a good few years yet before I disaproved of her taste in men.
Casually flicking through the fashion pages of a magazine at the check-out, I glance between loading groceries onto the belt to see her eyeing up Arg of TOWIE fame. I double take, the sinking feeling I have been deluding myself - I don't know my daughter half as much as I thought I did. Arg, of all the men to chose from.
Argh, more like.
Now if she was dribbling over Mark, that would be another story. Pass the kleenex.