Anna's Irish mother fusses over her; her younger sister, Helen, is a private investigator.
In between shots the make-up guy fusses over a delightful Weaver while she tells funny stories.
Alongside the iPod that only encourages our daughter to stop and start as she fusses with playlists.
But when the same infant fusses persistently to be picked up in the middle of the night or, at two years of age, pokes continuously at electric outlets.
