Last weekend we went to a very ‘low key’ church fete, the sort that reminds me of my own childhood, complete with tombola, hook a duck, a bouncy castle, plus a slightly dubious Punch and Judy (Freddie is now slightly traumatised by the latter!).
Alongside these traditional summer-fair staples was a face painting stand.
Freddie has ALWAYS refused to have his face painted (how preschool coaxed him into having a plane painted on his face several months ago I will never know), but there was no stopping Sasha.
Following hot in the heels of my god-daughter, Ella (now a butterfly!), she couldn’t wait to tell the girl in charge that she wanted to be a “tiger, please”. I was so proud that at 2 years, 2 months, she managed to sit still (just!) so her face could be made into a mini work of art. She sat on my Mum’s lap like she’d had it done so many times before, a proper face painting pro!
It sounds silly, but just at that moment it really felt that we suddenly had a proper little girl, and not a baby, or even much of a toddler anymore. We had a full-on walking-talking-having-an-opinion-i-want-my-face-painted-like-a-tiger-please little lady. It gave me a glimpse into the not too distance future, and also scared me slightly, as although I know it sounds like a cliche, they really do grow up so fast!
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