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Soon another Christmas has past. And I don't know where all the years have gone. Little F's fourth Christmas. And she's now turned into quite a lady. My little lady. She's the one thing in my life that's constant. My funny little girl.

On Sunday a celebrity visited our town. He was in the Swedish version of Idol. His name is Markus Fagervall. He's an exceptional singer and I hope he'll do well in the future.

So, we went there to see him sing (I was babysitting my seven-year-old Goddaughter at the time who absolutely adores him, so does Little F). We were going to get them a signed CD as well. Little F has got this stuffed toy called Zippy that she wanted to give him, so we brought it.

We got to the table he was sitting at after he'd sung. The girls said hello and Little F gave him the toy. So far all is good...until we'd walked outside. I looked back at Little F, and there she was, crying her little eyes out. I asked what was wrong. "I want Zippy baaaaaaack", she wailed. So, we had to go all the way back and ask for her toy back. (Highly embarrasing.) Fortunately I had a friend working there selling his CD's, so she got the toy back for us (phew).

Today at school I met my friend, and she told me that Markus had laughed at the situation, saying that it was really funny, this little girl giving him a toy and then taking it back minutes later. He'd said that it was like pulling a rug from under his feet saying; you can't have my toy, you're not good enough. (Haa haha ha)

My little F. My hero. My darling child who always manages to put a smile on my face. I'm so happy that she's here in the world bringing all this happiness into my life.