My next-door neighbour is three years old, a budding fashionista. “Top, beautiful. Bottoms, shoes, bag, beautiful. Hair, not beautiful,” was her short and not sweet assessment of my look, from Zara top to scrunched-up hair, yesterday.
She’s a linguist. Today she came up with a new way to say “your brother’s girlfriend”. She said as she stood at her door and I at mine – “Gor Gor – Gor Gor’s – Gor Gor’s Jer Jer has come.”
She’s a security guard. When my parents came home after me, she was able to report to them, “Three people came. Gor Gor, Gor Gor’s Jer Jer and Jer Jer.”
She was the best bit of my day today.
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