Olivia is six.
She is an utter peach.
I am very proud of her.
She is, in so many ways, a bit like me in personality.
I went to make her bed yesterday morning, and on her desk, I found this:
Painstakinginly written the night night before, her "to do list", for the weekend.
(Skipping and "crikit" feature heavily as her favourite past times. I love that.)
I have no idea what inspired her to do this. (I can hazard a guess though. Just have a quick look here.)
So I asked her.
She looked at me, her huge green eyes clear and unassuming , and shrugged.
"A list just helps me do all the things I want to do."
Oh, sweet Olivia, how right you are.