The first time I really felt like a proper mummy was when I realised that I was changing absentdaughter's nappy with my right hand – a terry nappy that had to be folded properly – while talking on the telephone, holding the receiver to my ear with my left hand. I bet I couldn't do it with a grandchild.
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(well, to me at least) whilst simultaneously cleaning the oven! 