Why does my child do this? And where could it lead?

Tonight, as we sit watching X Factor at my Mum and Dad’s, Miss M decides to put us to the test once more. Miss M:  ”Granny, was Santa born in somebody’s tummy?” Granny:  ”Erm, probably M…, gulp” Oh My Bob! Seriously, sometimes this child amazes me.  She thinks about stuff much more than I ever did.  I suppose she’s a true [...]

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Why did I say that?

Miss M:  ”Mummy, what if I get lost?” Me:  ”You won’t get lost sweetie.  Your teachers will look after you, and they’ll be all organised.  You’ll be holding hands with one of your friends and you’ll all be together.” She looks at me, doubt in her eyes, her small hand squeezing my finger. Me:  ”M it will be [...]

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