The postman? He headed into the house and got as far as the hall when he must have overheard our exchange.
Me: (amidst showery noises) Who was that at the door,sweetie?
Me:Did he have a parcel for Mummy?
Me:So,where is it then?
Me:And where is the postman now?
Her:He's coming.I told him he can come in and see you in the shower if he wants to.
Me: WHAT????But baby,Mummy's all bare!Nononono,tell him to come back later,will you???
........sweetie????Honey,you just go and tell him to.... hello??Honey???
When I came out of the shower,the postman was gone,the front door was wide open,and the little one was sitting in her room playing and singing to herself.About an hour later,a very very friendly postman with a very healthy complexion brought me a nice parcel and said what a cute daughter I had.
Ah me,postmen arent what they used to be......
Thats what kids are for,eh?....they have special Mummy embarrassing software.
It´s still magic even if you know how it´s done.