Irene, crooning to me, “Mummy, you’re a mummy, and you’ll always be a mummy, but I am an Irene, and one day I will be a mummy.”
Me, “Well, I’m not just a mummy.”
She, soothingly, “I know. You are a writer, a Mummy, and a chatterbox.”
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