Saturday afternoon I was changing Daisy’s nappy and singing to her as I do quite often. For some reason I was singing JT’s hit Loved stoned – note that I am not really a huge JT fan nor where the song came from. I digress. Anywho, there I was singing away “and I think that she knows. I think that she knows. Knows. Knows” and I look down at Daisy who is pointing at her nose with each of my “knows”. It took me a while to work out what was going on.