The Small Fella was caught rotten by his sisters writing on a book. Bad news!
But in this case, although he was told it was wrong, he was forgiven for two reasons:
- He said ‘sorry’
- This particular book is one of mine that I had as a kid. This should make me more upset that he’s defaced this priceless heirloom but in fact those same books hold the signature of another small boy: my own.
- What he drew was remarkable.
Clearly this was a signed representation of our family and he’s gone to some length to make sure that we were individually represented. This morning over breakfast we got the low-down on who was who
I kinda guessed which one was me cos he’d drawn something in one the character’s hands that looked kind of familiar:
So clearly that’s now he sees me out on a family walk. Maybe I should leave the camera at home more often. But if you think that’s bad, those things coming out of Mom’s head are ‘her snores’!