Nature has a way of sending subtle signs of who the cubs spend more time with.
Sunday morning in bed; the errant pair have joined me from their respective rooms.
She boots up my laptop and gets to work on a presentation of how we’re killing our planet.
He bimbles about, clasping his security blanket and foxy (the fox).
“Daddy, would you like my blanket?”
That’s very kind of you darling but I’m already under a duvet. Actually I was half out of it but covered nonetheless.
He precedes to lay it on me..
“I’ve covered your bangers for you…”
Maybe time to lay off the/ do more press ups.