You know when you just don’t see it coming?
Following our most perfect of evenings on the beach, we took a meandering drive home across country, avoiding the main roads and singing and chatting. Jolly spoke to me, and mis-pronounced, saying “Lummy, Look at…” Cue much squeals of laughter, and Boy yelping ‘Lummy Litchcock!” (our surname is Hitchcock, which is important for what follows…) A new game was born. Following Lummy Litchcock, we had Daddy as Laddy Litchcock of course, and then roars of everyone’s names being changed to begin with L. One of those stoopid silly games which is intensely funny after a long day of being together being silly. We were all laughing and joining in, taking turns to pick new letters. Things were going swimmingly as we romped through the...
Charming.
Jolly catching sight of my own wobbly bulge yesterday as I got out the shower: “Ohh, LOOK Mummy! What a lovely big tummy you’ve got! It’s even bigger than mine!” He proudly showed me his own firm little roundness. “Does yours make a good drum like mine Mummy?’ I try to skip out the way, but he was faster. “Oh, no, my tummy’s better than yours, Mummy. Mine makes a good noise. My hands just squish into your tummy, don’t they?’ Tweet
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