Putting Boy Three into the car to go to nursery this morning, he suddenly flung his arms around my neck as I leaned over to strap him in.
He pulled me close.
“Look into my eyes mummy,” he gripped my face between his hands so I was within kissing distance of the tip of his nose.
My heart swelled.
“Hold it there, mummy. I just want to see if my scarf is OK,” And he examined his reflection in the wet of my eyes.
Ah yes, mothers have so many uses!!!
I was pleased to come in handy.
Already the fashionista, or should that be fashionisto for a boy? xxx
You won't be surprised to learn that his style is very individual.
umm.. at least you're useful? lol