Does anyone have that one child who is just a bit different to the rest? Insightful and wise well beyond their years, but sometimes they drive you so batshit crazy you want to send them back where they came from? Our number two son is that child. 

A few years ago I was in quite a deep depression and feeling extremely low about myself. He was in the bath and put his wet little hands on my legs. I told him off for making my pants wet. He then dried his hands, put them back on my legs, looked right into me and said “mummy you’re a good girl”. 
Tears rolled down my cheeks…

He was only three at the time. How on earth could he know how I was feeling???