About a week ago I spilt soft drink on my garage remote. As a result, three things have happened: 1. The remote no longer works. 2. As a result of number one, when I get home, Chad has to let me into the garage. And of course Grace has to come with him into the garage to greet me. 3. When I park, Grace insists on climbing in the car, asking me to close the door and then we "have a talk". Oh those talks are magnificent! Hearing about her day through her eyes is wonderful. Today I heard about how she and Oliver made a mess at daycare and how Oliver threw a toy at her and bruised her leg and she had to tell Gemma (her teacher) who gave her "hot ice". (Disclaimer: stories from a three year old might not reflect reality). I love our talks. The fact that it means so much to her to spend time with me and share her thoughts. The fact that even though I'm itching to get inside (and get a glass of wine!!) these moments must be savoured and enjoyed. This is her ti...