Two things about Hazel.

1. Her language is amazing. I was fetching her a peach to chop, and casually said “I’m getting you a peach, I’m a peachmonger”. (Random nouning is all the rage around here.) She immediately said “Monger. Peach monger.” Best. Parrot. Ever. Then she said “juicy” while eating it.

2. Hazel’s child care centre (2 days a week) has just sent home a note saying that some kids have head lice, and could we please check our child’s head for lice. Without our permission, they are unable to check Hazel’s head for lice as it’s “an invasion of her privacy”. They *wipe her arse* and won’t check her head without asking?