My girl

Can
Bake a cake.
Ice a cake.
Giggle wildly at her uncle in a hat.
Feed her tube fed sister.
Brush her sister's hair.
Sort out her own Nippy (ventilator) mask.

But my girl cannot
Put things in a bin.
Get through a day without a meltdown somewhere in it.
Accept that "Stupid fat smelly Mummy" isn't likely to result in extra cakes and tv privileges.
Notice when she is forcing her chair through walls and doors.

Jolly fine cake though.