What you really really want?

I was a mum of little girls in the 1990s.

You know what that means, don't you?

Elder daughter was so obsessed with the Spice Girls that, at age six, she phoned the video store on her own, to reserve a copy of Spice World. (Oh gawd. Spice World. How many times did I have to sit through that?)

I was dressing younger daughter (about two), one morning, when she suddenly yelled "Baskers! Baskers!" It was only when I followed her downstairs that I realized it was because elder daughter, having borrowed the CD from someone at school, was playing Spice Girls music in the living room, where I couldn't hear from upstairs, but sharp-eared younger daughter could.

After years of "girl power", I finally get my reward.