There are over 19 years between me and my little sister, but that doesn’t seem to have stopped the fact that she’s already following in my footsteps. As a child I decided when I wanted to stop there would be no better brake than, well, my face! It’s always there, I’m never going to be without it. Seemed like a completely reasonable and ingenious idea. Now Faith, my littler sister, has done rather well until today she’s only had a couple of scrapes. None of which were completely obvious. She’s a week away from turning one, at this stage I looked like I was homeless, unloved and hard done by. Of course none of this was true I was just overly accident prone. Today however as I arrived at my mums house to see the little munchkin a lovely second head covered in a bruise was growing. Photos of my 1st birthday were ones that my mum hoped she’d never have to repeat, they definitely weren’t going to get put on the front of a cereal box that’s for sure. The hope that Faith would have lovely pictures with no war wounds of day-to-day life on show are fizzling away, which I just couldn’t help but laugh at. If you can’t beat them join them and she most certainly has joined me in being a mischievous little madam, exploring new things daily and ending up with the memories plastered all over her face.