Elven Child

I give Sabina a quick haircut. Nothing fancy, just enough to get the hair out of her eyes. The rest stays long, even the whisps of hair around her ears. I admire the finished product, and realise she distinctly looks like a child of one of the Elves from Lord of the Rings. Minus the pointy ears of course.

Later on, Sabina is enjoying the swing and I joke with her that she is the "Elven Child". "Who are you?", I ask her. "Avon Child" she responds with a smile. Hmm. I have a vision of Sabina walking into kindy, proudly declaring "I am the Avon Child". Not funny. "El-ven Child" I correct her.