I’ve noticed that I go quiet when the cubs aren’t around. I am planning another finance post based around single parent issues, but that’s taking some time to come together.
In the meantime, get your head around this sweet horror story.
On the way home; again.
I hadn’t seen them for a few days as they were with their mum last weekend, so I was pretty excited to pick them both up.
Him first, and he was as excited as me. I like to have a catch up in the car, even though we had ‘face timed’ over the weekend.
He mumbled incoherently for a bit, before effervescently telling me that he wanted a pet, a spider-dog, and that it should be called Adam.
He waited for my response, which didn’t come (could you answer that one..?) then promptly fell asleep. He’d clearly put a shift in at nursery.
Befuddled, I went to get her.
More great cuddles and she has news. She always has news.
“DAD! I’ve baked you some cookies!”
Oh that’s lovely darling; thank you.
“You’re welcome! I made them on Saturday!”
I picked one out of the bag and ate it, ignoring the funny colouring.
“It did have icing on it…”
Oh? I said, hoping it had fallen off at some point over the past two days…
“I find the icing irresistible! it’s just so tasty!”
“So I licked it all off whilst they were still warm”