So, this morning, like every weekday morning - I packed my little girl into the car, drove the short distance to Nursery and left her in the capable hands of those in loco parentis. If the blissful enthusiasm of a 4 year old could be bottled it would make me a fortune out of all those poor souls like me who then enter the rat race of a commercial day, to earn enough money to put clothes on their backs and food in their perfectly smooth tummies. How I wish you could pause time and keep them as they are...Especially when upon entering work I came across this!! When texting goes wrong...it can go very wrong!
