This morning I asked a simple, small favour of my beloved eight year old son. Whoops. Sorry, eight and a half year old son. Something like “Can you please move out of the way?” or “Can you open the door for me please?” Ever the smartarse – he must have…
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Hmmm. I’m sitting here wondering … wondering … and,having had three boys for a while now, I’m really not sure why I’m even bothering wondering … but … How does a pot plant, sitting on a bench a good foot or more above the kitchen sink (say, my shoulder height…