It wasn’t that bad a day, really

Emma and I chat idly in the living room as the children play around us. “I could…” I start, then get distracted and wander out to the front porch, leaving the sentence unfinished. Poor Emma is left in a state of astonished panic. She hadn’t heard “I could”, you see, but rather, “I quit.”

Busted!

Arthur sleeps on a cot in the kitchen. “Sleep” is a rather optimistic word for what Arthur does most days, but as long as he’s quiet, I’m okay with it. Other children his age don’t nap at all – Darcy sits reading as I type – but Arthur’s parents believe he needs a nap, so I do my best!

Today, though, I heard more than the usual amount of rustling around through the doorway to my right, but instead of calling out a warning, I grabbed the camera and snuck in there. Think maybe he heard me coming?