While I write this, someone who has remarkably loud clumping footsteps is transferring her sleepsuits and cotton nappies from the airer to her bedroom.
Earlier she decided to move the plates in her tea-set around the toy room, giving her dolls plates on their heads and sorting them all out.
If children really do copy what they see us doing, I am pleased to notice that I am so busy and domestic. And silly.
On the other hand, I may discover her trying to bring the milk in, or make an online order when I am not looking one day. Or even starting her own blog!
jam and giraffes 