Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Bread, Cheese, Christmas Tree!

Every morning, before Daddy leaves for work, he comes through to the breakfast table and gives John a kiss on his sleepy, milk-splattered cheek.

Every morning, before he can quite reach the door, John, who seems to think that Daddy spends the entire week at the supermarket, calls out "beh, chee, di-di-dee!" (bread, cheese, Christmas tree) as though these are the three essential things that he must not return home without.

And every morning James and I glance at one another and then smile fondly at John and feel a little pang of regret that we can't grant him one third of his one simple wish.

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