No punches pulled

"Eliot, do you want Dad to take you downstairs on his shoulders?"
"No Dad-- I can't deal with the sweating."

She is a master of heartbreak.

After reading "Are you my mother?" a couple of days ago, we said goodnight as baby bird and mother bird. At lights out she didn't want me to go. I left, and there were tears, and calling out for Mum, and then, in the saddest voice, "Mother burrrrd! Mother burrrd!". And with that knife inserted into the heart, she promptly fell asleep.

She sings to herself constantly, little made-up songs, and snatches tonight in the bath went "The brother and sister, they were very sad, because their mother was away..".