Izzy is a wee madame.  She likes Anne to take her to and from school but Anne could not take her yesterday.  Combine that with a surprising dislike of some cheese than Anne had given her (she normally loves mild cheese) and all I got was her screaming 'I hate cheese' as I drove her to school.  She calmed down and was fine going in, especially after I had reassured her that Mummy would pick her up.

Which, of course, she was unable to do.  I walk into the room, Izzy sees me, immediately frowns and crosses her arms and gives me a withering look.  I get an earfull all the way home and then, as she is about to walk in the door off the garage, she turns, smiles and says 'Don't worry, Daddy, I do love you'.  Women!