You have a nappy and vest on that’s all you need, your temperature has been up all day. Your vest is undone and hanging open round your knees.
You strut round the room like you own it, and come over, crossing your arms on my news, resting your head in your hands. You look up
“Mummy Nemo” your eyes pleading for what you want.
“A little bit and then bed” I can’t say no to that face. More
