Some people think I'm quite tough. Anyone who has seen me with my niece will know I'm a complete walkover. Pathetic. Weak willed. Putty. Wrapped around a 6 year old finger. Thankfully the extent of her manipulations at this stage only involves decanting honey (she gets to control the lever, put on the lids... oh, and clean up the drips!), tasting honey, rolling beeswax candles and watching the River Cottage series or Monty Don's My Dream Farm! Knowing I'm not a fan of TV she suggests that we put on an "educational DVD". As I say, putty (and, hopefully, a farmer in the making)!
Today she announced that she'd like to roll christmas trees and write instructions for other kids "so that they can be as lucky as I am, Kookie"! I kid you not. While I rolled our big pillars, she rolled Christmas trees. If you've followed my blog, you know I'm not known for brevity, but in this case I'll let the pictures do the talking. For the record, wording and spelling are her own! [Spelling corrections suggested by putty auntie].
Being an auntie is surely one of the greatest privileges that life has to offer.