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We went to a wedding last weekend, and Small Girl excelled herself as flowergirl. She took her duties very seriously and, with the help of the ring-bearer, denuded the azalea out the front of the hall in order to distribute flowers to everybody during the reception. She was at her charming, chatty best, and I have rarely been more proud of her than shortly after the bride tossed the bouquet.

My dear friend J caught it, and gave her girfriend a celebratory snog. Small Girl crowed delightedly and announced that she was going to be flowergirl when they get married, too.

This has been followed this evening by her removing her Ken doll's clothing and squeezing him into one of Barbie's spangly pink mini-dresses instead.

I only hope her unthinking openmindedness doesn't get eroded at school.