failure

This morning my daughter bounded up from her cot proud as punch with the cover of her favourite childhood book in her hands.  Just the cover. "Look Mommy," she said with a big smile of satisfaction and complete and utter innocence while my heart dropped. She loves to take a book to bed but had started to dismantle the little flaps of the peek-a-boo books so we switched to only allowing her to take those sturdy board books.  How naive of us - never underestimate the determination of a two and a half-year-old. I'm not going to lie, I was gutted.  The book is Chris Haughton's Shh, We have A...