My first daughter was born.
Good Charlotte was one of her favourite bands:
She had a major crush on the singer. One year we convinced her that we had kidnapped him and were going to give him to her for Christmas.
"I know you haven't REALLY got him."
"Have you seen him on TV recently?"
Christmas came and went, but around New Year she suddenly remembered. Mrs RC acted all shocked - "Oh, he's still in the shed, I hope he's alright, I haven't fed him for weeks!"
That had her crying with laughter!
Miss you, baby!