Or at least, she has alien friends. Yesterday I caught her bopping to Madonna on her toddler tape deck. She had found “True Blue” (Yes I own a copy. I was a teenager once too, remember?) and was busy grooving to “Where’s the Party?”. Probably largely my fault, as I had been tidying out that cupboard and left some tapes in grabbing range.

What makes it all the more surreal was when, upon waking up from her afternoon nap, she looked up at me, blinked and said (and I’m not kidding here),”Me and Hannah were kickin’ it old school.”

She’s not yet three.

I have weird friends.