I have a little friend, who's just turned 3, Stella, whose blond curls remind me of my Little Miss M. I tell Stella that I used to have a little girl once.
I recall putting my Miss M into her carseat one evening after grocery shopping. I don't know, she must have been coming up to, or around two years old. As I was placing her into the carseat, I accidentally bumped her head onto the doorframe of the car.
I'm awesome like that. I also slammed her fingers in the car door once and wondered why she was jumping around yelping. Cars and my daughter don't mix.
So, after I hit her head, she said "Sorry, Miss M." As usual, I was in a hurry and frustrated after having been shopping with a toddler, so I ignored her and proceeded to strap her in. Loudly and firmly, she repeated "SORRY, MISS M!!!"
"Oh, OK, sorry Miss M," I said, in the interests of finally getting out of the carpark. She settled down, and happily replied.
"Good Girl, Mummy!"