It’s funny when I look at my kids, I find it hard to see any resemblance. It’s something, that if I’m completely honest, I struggle with. Most parents look like their kids. But I can’t see myself in them at all. That’s not completely true, there are fleeting moments when I see it. If I hadn’t birthed them myself, I don’t think I’d believe those gorgeous little monsters were mine. So when my daughter comes to me and says she wants colour in her hair like Mummy, how could I say no?