Peaches looks very sweet, but she can snap. In her frustration she comes up with fantastic insults and swear words.
On various occasions, she's told Recaro that she's 'not his kicking football!' and that 'ugh... you macaroni cheese boy!'
When I told her that she couldn't paint her nails, she told me the following story:
'I don't want a mummy. I just want my daddy.
'When I was a little girl - in Africa - my mummy DIED. I just had my daddy. His name is Scrotley. He has big muscles and he paints HIS nails with BOY VARNISH.'
I have no idea what I should learn from this, but at least she's not reading my mind and picking up all the bad words that run around my head when I'm the one feeling frustrated.