THE CONTRACT

Charlotte often seems incredibly mature to me. She so good with her younger siblings I know I could leave her in charge of them for a weekend (don't worry, I know that's illegal so am not contemplating doing it in reality).
She listens to rock music. She can cook your evening meal. You can send her shopping. She does DIY like an adult. If you bring in some IKEA furniture she just gets on with building it like it was a big piece of lego.
Sometimes it is hard to remember she really is just a little kid. But when you find something lying about the floor like this contract that I found at the weekend, you smile to yourself and remember that there are still a few years of innocence ahead.