I am a wife-the wind beneath my husband's wings... A mother-the protective arm around my two dynamos. When I am not being a wife and a mother, I am the woman comfortably nestled in "My Rocking Cradle".
In my son’s understanding, I was to be blamed for this: Little Dynamo: (coughing while we were cuddling on the bed, sleeping time) Me: You’re coughing because of those chocolates you ate. That was a lot of chocolate. LD: Because I ate a lot of chocolates? Because you gave me a lot of chocolates? [...]
Breakfast time. Little Dynamo: Chips, please. Me: No. Finish the bread first. Me: Drink your juice. Little Dynamo: (pointing to his full mouth) Finish first. We were reading a book titled “The Happy Prince”. Me: “One day, on the way south, a swallow stopped by the statue”. This (pointing to the swallow) is a [...]
