W is for...

Alexandra came out of reception today with chocolate smudged on her face and a ripped open package of Maltesers in her hand. Half were still stuffed in her cheek, bulging like a hamster.

Who's birthday was it today? I asked knowingly.

I'll give you a hint. It starts with a wah, she said slipping her slightly sticky hand into mine.

William?

No.

Woebegone?

No silly. That's not a name.

Wilma?

Noooooooo.

Who was is it then?

Rosie!

This post was written by Susanna, a London Mums Blog founding contributor. You can read more at her blog, A Modern Mother.

Photo credit: lwr