38 Candles

I woke up this morning to discover to my delight that Mabel had stayed dry all night. It was her first night without a pullup - she had gone to the bathroom with me at her 10pm waking, and now, at 7am, she was still dry. (And don't think she hadn't had a drop to drink in the meantime. I can personally guarantee that she had.) Even more happily, I was awake enough to hustle her to the bathroom straight away - we can thank the 8pm power cut that ensured early nights all round for that one - and the miracle was complete.

"Mabel," I declared as she put the stuff where it was supposed to go, "You are officially out of nappies."
"No, I'm not," she said, laughing uproariously at silly Mummy.
"No? Why?"
"I'm not a fish! You said I was a fish."

All this was so wonderful and amusing that I had honestly forgotten as I came downstairs why Monkey would be waiting impatiently for me at the bottom and handing me a homemade card depicting his newest superhero creation ("Flystomp").

So, just like Sally Albright, I'm going to be 40. But it's still "someday". That's okay for now.

 And I got a lovely present.

What more could anyone ask for?