They Grow Up So Quickly

It's nine o'clock am. The TV keeps annoyingly telling me to touch my head, shoulders, knees, and toes. My half-drunken tea is cold and my baby (well, he's not really a "baby" anymore, having reached the toddler stage at sixteen months) is glaring at me. He stands defiantly. His pudgy finger points to the tag … Continue reading They Grow Up So Quickly