“I’m not dancing unless I wear them, because otherwise it will be too loud,” she announced. (‘Being too loud’ is a bit of a thing. This can sometimes be difficult in our household, where the default noise level is set somewhere between raucous and I-can’t-hear-myself-think).
I can sum both events up for you, though: I've never found it easier to talk to people about our wonky world.
All these PWS tiddlers, middlers, teens, mums, dads, grandparents, and mates... this huge part of our life that is so abnormal to everyone else, isn't to them.
Some of them have only jumped on the Wonky Bus recently, others are season ticket holders. We're all aboard, it's a bumpy road, and yes, on steep hills, I don't always trust the brakes. So why the hell shouldn't we ding the bell and park up for a party every now and again?
I've posted some photos from yesterday. I’d include some from last week, too, only my camera card had a meltdown. I don’t care - I can remember my girl smiling, just like yesterday, and that’ll do me.