A few weeks ago Emma and I went to Serendipity in Rosebank. It’s our favourite hang-out on a Saturday. I get time to read and unwind and Emma gets to play with Thabani (child-minder) and all the other kiddies.
There was a party on the go on this particular day and of course there were balloons. Emma loves ‘loons. Off she went and helped herself to one. A pink one. Every night we bring out the balloon and Emma and I play ‘catch it’. Naturally, as the days have gone by the balloon has become more and more deflated. It’s wrinkly and out of shape. It’s lost its fullness.
Last night Emma asks for her ‘loon and I go and retrieve it from its safe place. She looks at it for a while, rather sadly. “Emmy, wants wrong?” Mark asks. Her rather-too-quick response, “Look daddy, it’s mamma’s boob!”