Me: When you grow up, not when you’re old. I’m not old. But yes that’s a good idea, it’s fun being a mummy.
The Girl: Will you help me when I’m a mummy?
Me: Of course. If I can, I will. Even when you’re grown up you will still be my baby…
…Wistfully day dreaming that my baby girl will always need her mummy…
The Girl: Thank you…..I will need you to pay the Doctor who gets it out of my tummy. I think they only take card.
Apparently she is predicting the downfall of the NHS and her future dependency on The Bank of Mum and Dad. Did I did give birth to a “super forecaster”? I have a horrible feeling she just might be spot on.
Suppose I had better go back to work then… in the NHS….to support The Bank of Mum and Dad….