the terrific twos
The printer whirred into life and E ran from the room. Silently, no shouts or drama.
I followed him into the hallway where he stood, head down, leaning into the wall.
”Mumma come” was all he said quietly.
I crouched down and asked ‘‘Do you not like the sound of the printer?”.
He shook his head ”too loud”.
Moments later I bumped my head on the table turning the printer off and it was all I could do to suck in my breath and not swear.
”Are you ok Mumma? I kiss it better for you” he said and suddenly it was me who felt like crying. Those hot blinky tears that spring from the very depths of a joyfilled heart and make swallowing hard!
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