Lately, Girl Terror has developed some unusual fears. I believe I mentioned her fear of sitting on the posing table to get her portrait taken. Last night in the bath, she noticed a piece of lint floating her way. "AGHHHHH!!! Mummmmmy!!!!! Get it!!!" she shrieked at me, as she tried to hoist her naked self over the edge of the tub. Silly me, rather than just remove the lint, I explained to her that it was just a "toe fuzzy", nothing carnivorous. I even gently swished it around in the water. That made her try to climb my arm to safety, shouting "Up, Mummy, UP!!" After the water was mopped off the floor, the vicious toe fuzzy was removed, and the tub deemed safe once again, we talked about it. She giggled, I chuckled, and I thought all was well with the world. Well, the thing with toe fuzzies is, where there's one there is bound to be another. And another. Long story short, we did the "aghhhh Mummy, get it" routine several more times before the water was clean enough for her Highness to sit her butt down. I'm pretty sure this kid is going to grow up to be the cleanest, most lint free Terror of all time. Wait till she sees the inside of the dryer!