He climbs onto the bed, looking for me to read him a book but then changes direction when he discovers his father is home.
I put my hands out to him but he refuses…
“No, Mummy, you not read the book, Daddy read it”.
David and I have been having a ‘heated discussion’, so this obvious favouritism erks me even more.
” Fine, Daddy can read it”, I proclaim, “we all know he is the be all and end all”.
As I get up to leave the room, making it to the doorwell, Noah pipes up and says…
“No Mummy, Daddy is not the beetle and the egg – all”!
All my defences fall away as I double up in mirth and wonder at this innocent that is my son.