my niece and the myLotter

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I *think* that my nearly three year old Toddler Niece met a myLotter earlier this month! I know, right?! What a cheeky wee thing. She didn't know he was a myLotter. She doesn't even know what myLot is. She can't even read ... Don't be silly Auntie Poppylicious, I can't read words! Her Mummy and Daddy took her to see Father Christmas {possibly @owlwings?} at the Garden Centre. She swagged herself a giant bear, much to Mummy's annoyance. Mummy wanted her to have something educational. *yawn* Christmas was a joy. Toddler Niece is at just the right age to enjoy the unwrapping experience. I watched The Snowman for the very first time, EVER! Yes, I was ignorant of the goings on of magical snowmen, who have parties and then melt into nothingness. All dead-ed. She has seen it a multitude of times. Just wait and see, Auntie Poppylicious! I waited. I see'd. I told you! she would giggle. My MiL was her usual grumpy self. So rude to my SiLs Mumma, which they will assume is because she's poorly with this nasty Mr Cancer, but we all know is just because she's a miserable old bat. I ignored her and indulged in toffee vodka. Have you tried it? It's amazing. I'm definitely asking Father Christmas for some of that in my stocking next year. We finally got home just after midnight with Dr Who needing watching and presents still waiting to be opened, patiently sitting under the tree. We did good this year. We are blessed, me particularly. I don't know if it's because I'm just easily pleased and like more or less everything, or because people know me so well, or simply that I'm just so predictable! Whichever, we did good. Since then life has been a non-stop gorging of edibles {seriously, my tummy is HUGE!}, sniffly noses and an aching neck. We did make it out one day ... we popped to Quaint Historic Market Town to go walkies and spend pennies, coming home with some bargains and rosy cheeks. And now, there is just one more day left of 2017. Yikes. Will someone please stop the clock? Time is too speedy!