I am royally frazzled. I have shopped. I have dropped. I'm sat here drowning actually in a sea of shopping bags brimming with Teflon technology school gear designed to survive even the most rambunctious of kids new to school. Grace has gained uniform enough to kit out her own private army, I have lost the will to live. Not only am I out of pocket but my nose is out of joint. It is Grace who happens across her first crush in the shopping centre and stops us mid-shop for a quick chat and kiss. Iggle Piggle. She gets the clothes AND the man, while I get a dent in my wallet and a pile if clothes to keep straight and launder.
I want to be 3 again.
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