Today, I experienced a ‘Wapple.’ A wapple, according to my 4-year-old daughter, is when you go to the park and play with someone you’ve never met before.
‘I love wapples mum’, she said after I’d coaxed her off the swing with the promise of an ice lolly.
‘Yes, I love wapples too. They’re the best. Now, Orange or lemonade flavour?’
She amazes me sometimes. Not only had she made up the word, but she’d also been confident enough to fulfil its sentiment. She walked straight up to a little boy spinning around on the roundabout and introduced herself. Then she played shops and a game of tag with him and after an hour they were holding hands at the top of the slide.