OK, so this actually just happened. Isla: I love you. And your wheelchair. You’re my wheelchair Mummy. I don’t want another Mummy. Mummy, are you sad? Me: No. Isla: Why you crying? Me: Because I’m happy. Isla: What? Me: Because I’m happy. Isla: What? Me: Because I love you very much. Isla: Yeah, I love you, too. Can I have an ice-lolly? …
