“Where’s the youngest one?” I asked.
“She’s sick” he said, adding the nature of the illness; stomach related.
“How are you doing, Speedo?” I had not seen him for a while, and he looked tired, even a bit shaggy.
He did not answer “all right” or “tired” or “feeling yucky”, he said: “I was awake all night with princess throwing up on me. She had 4 changes of clothes and I had three”.
Now there’s proof that a picture says more than a thousand words!
Passing another friend on my way to work, she yelled across the street "one child off to school - one is home sick!"
It's that time of the year.
By Lovain
No comments:
Post a Comment