I’ve never been able to tell exactly who Little M is like. I’m hopeless at that particular game.I always have been. Most people look at babies and small children and can instantly say ‘oh, she looks like you/her mother/sister/brother/
I’m the same with ages. In fact, I make it a personal rule to NEVER guess a woman’s age. Guys: I urge you to adopt this rule into your own lives. NEVER TRY TO GUESS A WOMAN’S AGE.What is it with women wanting me to guess their age, anyway? There’s no prize for getting it right, and if you get it wrong, you’re going to lose a body part.
Anyway, I digress.
I’ve never been able to see physical similarities between small children and their relatives, so last night I was a little shocked to discover that I recognised a personality trait in Little M. She woke up in the middle of the night crying and asked for a drink, which she got once I’d been able to locate it through bleary eyes. She attempted to take a sip of her water and discovered the lid was closed.
Rather than attempt to open it, she asked “who shut it?”. Not why or how, but ‘who’. It was almost like she was making her very own list of people who have wronged her and at some point in the future, she’d go out and have her revenge before crossing the it off again. A little like ‘My Name Is Earl’, but a lot more sinister.
That’s when it hit me. I see a similar trait in Little J. My name appears on her list a lot – and she’s never even asked me to guess her age.