Just thinking about DD’s first clear word. I’d dropped a cast iron stock pot lid on my foot a day before and shouted SHIT in pain. Of course Dd waited until she was having lunch with my mum and grandma (v religious and proper) and dropped her cheese sandwich off the high chair and proudly said “shit” in incredibly clear language. My mum tore me a new one for that 😂
Second was close to Christmas was Dd was about 3, and we were sleeping in my bed. I’d stupidly left scissors out on the side after wrapping presents and woke up to my long brown hair left on my pillow when I sat up. Lovely bald spot right on the back of my head. Dd thought it was hilarious, I can laugh now 5 years later (as it’s grown out)