Precious moments with my boy
DS and I are lying on the bed after his bath, having a little cuddle and a tickle. He puts his arms around my neck and pulls
my head down to his.
“Mama I love you,” he sings to the Spice Girls’ tune. He knows it from DD, not from me, I hasten to add. It’s very sweet, because he’s pitch perfect.
“Mama I swear.
“Mama I love you…”
There’s a pause as he’s forgotten the next line. He improvises:
“I love your yellow hair.”
At which point he yanks out a handful and head-butts me.
