It's a lovely age when Mummy knows everything, ok, most things, and Sophia aspires to walk in my shoes (quite literally, on occasion, with my boots going up to her behind), wear my glasses, brush my hair (whack my head with the brush whilst occasionally getting the bristles to make contact with my hair), be with and do whatever it is that I am doing, but very much with her own take on things 'NO Mummy, ME do it'. I know this age will end, but as with each preceding stage, I am confident that the next one will bring new wonders and joys with the new challenges, and that I will learn as much from my daughter as I teach her, probably even more.