As I sat behind my son in the children's message, I was slightly amused to see him hold hands with a six year old girl. "Aww," my brain sighed as I looked at the overwhelming cuteness ahead of me. Then I thought something more foreboding, "this won't be so cute in 12 years."
I used to try so hard to make sure our son didn't eat toys that hit the ground, the dirt, the kitchen floor. I sterilised toys wash them frequently. And then I wonder why. Why go to all this bother when he likes to chew on the rental car seat, a friend's shoe, and - just yesterday and thankfully not certainly - a dead bug?
Why do I have so much to blog about and no time to do it? He's just one small person!