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What happened this morning
Meltdown. First it was breakfast decisions. I offered too few choices. Then a pee, he insisted I told him to do a poo and no explanations…
to the contrary would convince him. (“Body no need to do a poo, mummy say have to do a poo.” Wailing.) Annabel now was crying in the highchair, her food either consumed, smeared, or dropped. Her eggs were overcooking. I tended them and ignored the symphony at my feet. “Just need someone to watch me do a pee, that’s alllll,” came the half garbled wail. “I’ll watch you Oliver.” David rose from the computer chair.
Christine Barrington
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As I stand at the window he runs by
As I stand at the window he runs by, An armful of fresh mown grass, his dimples Flash in the evening sun. In my arms a baby squirms. David…
is digging a new bed Where the rhubarb and gooseberry grow. As I watch, still separate in my window, he runs and leaps And grass flies. In my arms a baby squirms She smiles in my eyes when I look down, Her mouth full of my hair. The wheelbarrow has become a mountain of grass and dirt and probably weeds He scales it and spreads his body over the bank With his hands he reaches out to touch the air. I hear, as though from a distant land, voices shouting delight The mountain of earth lumbers by the…
Christine Barrington
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What a three year old wants for Christmas
Hint: It’s an audience, oh yea, and robots
“Oliver, what do you want for Christmas?” “Maybe not anything.” “Nothing! Are you sure?” “Hmm. Maybe robot.” “A robot! Okay. Anything else?” “Oliver want nose. Two noses. And hair. And dresses. And drawers. And flowers. Whole bunch of flowers. Flowers EVERYWHERE. And belly button.” “You already have a belly button.” Pause for an eruption of giggles. “And tummy.” “How about… some lollies?” “Yep. And lollies.
Christine Barrington
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