Monday 19th February 2018
“Exo hortasi ap’ to hypno, Mumma…” Kingsley repeated endlessly this early morning. I could not for the life of me get up. He wanted to get out of bed to play. My eyes weren’t prepared to open. As if on loop, he repeated his plea “I’m satisfied from enough sleep, Mumma…” till I caved, and we slinked into the living room for play.
By 7AM we are playing with ‘opposites’ puzzle and plasticine. Then his hunger struck and we trot to the kitchen for the morning ritual: scrambled eggs a-la Kingsley, with a chaser of penne pasta.
The growing gourmand whizzing three eggs till fluffy and light…