Me: ‘What are you up to?’
My husband: ‘Oh just prepared some breakfast for the children: home made waffle, whipped cream, and some fresh fruit on the side.’
Me: ‘I see…. And where are you carrying those plates now?’
My husband: ‘Upstairs in their room, of course. Brunch in bed. I cannot expect them after all to descend to the dining room even on their school holiday week!!’
Even the rigour of a father has its limits.
My son – reading out to me from his favourite book – last night.
Under the seemingly peaceful surface I pay close attention..
Breakfast – incl. salty-caramel chocolate – served in bed by my son (10 ys) this morning.
An additional strong argument for having children (costs well exceeded by benefits).