Hopes and Expectations

I dragged Chippie out to collect his brother’s from school.

He decided, first up, he didn’t like his brothers. Then that he didn’t have any. Then that they should jsut be left at school.

Tempting.

He shuns his bike, insists on walking, then, inevitably, has a tanty about walking to school.

Still, we arrive, they play while I stand around in the cold, and we go home.

That’s when I remember.

“Chippie,” I say. “Go get that present for Monkey

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