'Thankyou,' I told her, not entirely sure what response was warranted under the circumstances.
As I watched her hop from bathmat to bathmat to collect her pyjamas (one piece at a time), and then sit on the floor to wiggle into her Buzz Lightyear knickers, legs in the air, completely uninhibited, I smiled at the priceless little gems she offers me.
As a long-term researcher I write everything down. A decade working and studying in the university system has set me up well, and since I have long learned the fallibility of my own memory, I counteract my forgetfulness by jotting everything down. This way they become recorded memories, rather than lost moments.
I have decided to start collating these into a book, so that one day you might see a copy of the following on the shelf of your local bookshop:
I like your bottom, Mummy. It has hair on it.
Things my children told me
by Shannon Meyerkort
What do you think?