Who's a pretty girl then?
My little girl is growing up so fast; she was six yesterday; a whole six weeks! And - just like the parenting books said would happen - she celebrated the milestone by giving her first proper smile: a big, toothless, crooked grin.
The megawatt beam came in response to being called a pretty girl. So, since then, Mollie has been called a pretty girl precisely 652 times.
We've tried mixing it up, substituting clever, cheeky and gorgeous for pretty but to no avail. It's pretty or nothing. I'm so proud.
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