Tying my little girl’s hair in sweet bunches, I grabbed a tube of hair gel and squeezed a pea-sized amount onto my finger.
‘There,’ I said, smoothing the little flyaway hairs down to four-year-old Molly’s head. ‘You look perfect.’
‘Thanks Mummy,’ she grinned at me.
Rounding up her and her sister Bella, two-and-a-half, I grabbed Molly’s things