Dropped madam off at the creche. Conversation as follows:

Me: Now sweetheart, you’re going to spend the day here. You’ll have your lunch here with M and then you’ll have your nap and your afternoon snack and then you’ll go downstairs to….

Princess (nods head in exaggerated mode): Yes, yes, yes (pushes me towards the door) …niceday Mummy (runs off to play with tricycle).

This evening however it was a different story. I came in to find a tearful girl. M held up the Princess’s bunny “la crise du jour Op-op a perdu son oreille”. The Princess looked anxiously at M “Op-op, oreille” then she turned to me and explained carefully “Hop-hop, ear” but I had already grasped the nature of the tragedy and this evening after my baby went to bed I sat in front of the telly and sewed Hop-hop’s ear back on. I am a supermother.