We have had An Incident.

Someone might not have checked that the rather stiff stair-gate was shut properly (I won’t name any names but there are only two adults in this house. And it wasn’t me.).

Someone else might have noticed and sat back to hatch a cunning plan.

Someone else may well have found herself running up the stairs two at a time, heart in her mouth with a million and one possibilities chasing through her mind along with a fair few “What if?” and worst case scenario’s floating around too.

Only to find Miss P stood in her own bedroom, my hairbrush in one hand and a teddy in the other, with a look that very clearly said “You took your time, didn’t you?!”

Once we’d recovered and my heart-rate had returned to normal, I realised that I was left with a feeling of pride about how she must have sat there and really thought it through.

She didn’t make a sound as she sneaked past me in the kitchen (where I may possibly have been singing and dancing whilst I was washing up!) or climbing the stairs. She just quietly picked up my brush from where I had left it and carried it up with her.

All of this from one of the nosiest 17 month olds I know, whose shouts of excitements on seeing a hairbrush would rival those of a tween at a Justin Bieber concert. Who stomps rather than walks and whose volume is always on maximum.

My clever girl. I’m going to really need to keep my eye on you.