Michelle Morgan - A treat my daughter won’t forget

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We took my daughter to London recently for the very first time, and quite surprisingly, everything went extremely well, without any hiccups.

She was there to meet Mr Moshi, from Moshi Monsters – an online game where children can create their own character and take part in various tasks and challenges to earn rox (money) to buy things for their house. The Moshi Monsters team have brought out a CD and they were signing it in HMV Oxford Street.

My daughter had a fantastic time meeting Mr Moshi, having him look through her artwork and sign her cards. As she walked away she was asked by a press photographer to pose for a picture, and then she was interviewed for ‘Moshi TV’, much to her delight. Of course I had to buy her the CD, which she has been listening to ever since (much to the delight of the neighbours I’m sure!)

After that my little superstar positively floated down Oxford Street, whooping for joy that she’d been able to meet her hero and been interviewed for TV. It was a dream-come-true for her and one that I was very happy to make happen; she really had a blast.

Afterwards we headed for lunch before visiting Hamleys, where my daughter had her face painted, before setting her sights on a cuddly rabbit and Moshi Monsters toy.

Then it was time for a trip to an ice cream parlour where I was so excited about the day that I told both her and my husband to have absolutely anything they liked and it would all be on me.

Needless to say, when the bill came I was sure there must be a misprint… £30 for ice cream? Good job this wasn’t an everyday occurrence. But my daughter thought it was all the bee’s knees, so who am I to argue?

As we walked back to the station, we stopped in Russell Square, where my daughter ran around, chasing pigeons and playing with her new cuddly toy.

Behind us two young women were watching her, when one turned to the other and said, “Look at that little girl; she seems so carefree. I really wish that when I have kids they have the same kind of life as her.”

And with that remark my day was complete.

Yes it cost a fortune. Yes we were absolutely exhausted by the end of it, but if my daughter was having the time of her life, then it was worth every single penny.