SO WHAT?

Having spent the afternoon in Shoreditch/hipster hell, I came across this spot of graffiti that reminded me that the sweet, vocab-poor toddler I own (it's mine until 18) is going to transform on the strike of midnight on 21st June into a Terrible Two. Eek. I have heard of this gremlin-like shift and I have exactly eight days to enjoy her rainbow unicorn ways - she woke up this morning mumbling 'red, fairy, Iggle Piggle'. Oh to be a 1 year, 11 month 12 day old. Strength.